I thought about doing a Tuesday Tunes with I am Santa Claus but I just don’t want to be that person today. I am not posting anything else this week due to the chaos of the holiday. See you all next week.
Happy Holidays
Category: Poets
Monday Poetry
Lost In The Void
by Patricia Harris
perhaps the world would be better
if we were to get lost in the void,
not really holding ourselves to the plan
that society says we should.
instead I think we could wander
freely in the openness of the possibility,
letting ourselves learn how to exist
in the world just being happy.
Wednesday Whispers
White Out
by Serena Mossgraves
so many have associated
the color black with death,
I think it is not true.
Black is the mix of all that is
whereas white is the absence .
Absence of color,
absence of life,
absence of the existence
of what was and what
could be.
Monday Poetry
What am I supposed to do
by Patricia Harris
my dream was so clear
in the younger days,
I understood that I
was able to do anything.
Age has stolen
clarity and the ideas
that I often clung
deeply to…
leaving me without
any clue what I am
supposed to do.
Serena is needing help
apparently I have made her too many options. she just finished Darkness Within and needs help to pick the new volume.
Wednesday Whispers
Darkness Settles in
by Serena Mossgraves
the cloud of hatred passes above
making it hard to see,
the urge to just complain
falls over me.
the darkness is everywhere
settling across the souls,
it is easy to vent and give in to
the urge to call on our own
frustration, don’t I know…
But instead of putting more hatred
into an already full world
I am interested in trading peace
to weave kindness to begin.
Monday Poetry
Singularity
by Patricia Harris
Perhaps I am not the person
I thought I would be,
So like everyone else.
Perhaps I am but a
singularity,
a lost note
in a song sung
by the divine.
Monday Poetry
Deep from Within
by Patricia Harris
Faith can be a fragile thing
Pouring from the broken
Soul to be a living being.
It comes from deep within
To fill up cracks that
Break the heart and
Somehow the world
Will exact.
Ars Poetica November 30
Time to pause,
As all good poetry is
but a practice of
Metered thought
and the rhythm of
how practical verse can be.
So, with genteel caution
thrown to the wind…
write bad poetry…
then pause to write
good poetry once again.
Ars Poetica November 29
Full of pomp,
circumstance,
and prayers,
It is time to turn
the ink from tears
to the poetry
it was meant to be.
Pick up the pen,
put it to the page…
and let the verse
expose the differing
emotions that hold you
as a slave.
