Monday Poetry

Poetry

Monday Poetry

Poetry

Monday Poetry

Poetry

Monday Poetry

Poetry

Monday Poetry

Poetry

Monday Poetry

Poetry

Monday Poetry

Poetry

Monday Poetry

Poetry

The Lore of me

By

Patricia Harris

I tried to write
the lore of me,
telling the world the truth
of my forgotten reality.

Perhaps it was written
in script too dark to read…
or maybe I wrote it carelessly
because no one sees me
honestly.


Monday Poetry

Poetry

Sympathy

By

Patricia Harris

lost in the notes
of overwhelming sympathy,
the pages flooding over me,
I am struck by the reality
of the dreams we leave behind.

Perhaps the story we hide
is to protect both me and you,
from the truth
we rush to headlessly.


Monday Poetry

Poetry

Samhain

By

Patricia Harris

Rolling pumpkins
glowing eyes,
decaying leaves,
admist costumery…
candy sacks in tiny hands
haunting the streets
until the nights end.

The veil is thinned
on this night of revelry,
It brings the ancestors
to weave the joy into
all that might be .