
the soft whisper
of the poet's mind
scribbled madly
on anything
they could find...
the rhythm nor the rhyme
matters in the scheme of time
the verse is written
as madness takes ahold.

the soft whisper
of the poet's mind
scribbled madly
on anything
they could find...
the rhythm nor the rhyme
matters in the scheme of time
the verse is written
as madness takes ahold.
prompt can be found here

Though nearly ninety poems
in this volume written,
Each one is unique…
Telling me that writing
Poetry about poetry
can take an eternity.
And when I reach the end
and the collection is complete,
Just for fun..
Perhaps I will write
just one more.
prompt can be found here

the pen that writes verse
is fueled with tears and blood
attached to the heart
and ne'er has an end.
the place the verse is written
often is peeled from the skin
of the poet's soul deep
in the depths of what is unknown.
my normal place for the prompt today did not fit the current volume…so I found a prompt Here.

By Serena Mossgraves
I live in a world where biography's
Indicate fictional characters
Which apparently means there is naught
That we in the real world could learn from them...
History is become
the darkness that clouds
what lay ahead of us,
Instead of shedding light
on where we have been.
And as I struggle
to light the path
for those around me
Feeling as though
this might just be a war
I cannot win...
I realize that even if I
am becoming fiction...
I still will never be the person
that they want in the end....
I was watching a video of The North Omaha Cat Lady. Incredible creator. She was reacting to a comment claiming Anne Frank was a fictional character. Admittedly that inspired Serena’s Poem, and broke my heart. Anne Frank was an incredible young lady. There have been very few biographical books I have enjoyed over the course of time I have been a reader, and her diary was one. The other that stands out was the nine days queen…the story of Lady Jane Grey.
Please if all of the best historical people are to become fiction…then let us still learn from their example. Just because something is fiction does not stop the truth behind it. We can learn from history, from fiction and from each other if we just open our hearts and our minds.
Right now is a scary time to be alive, especially if you live anywhere in the USA. I really try not to be too political on here as I don’t feel like that is what most people come to my blog for. However, having said that…Sometimes it hurts to be self aware in a time of political turmoil and unrest.

as the poet spilled
all the words across
the page purposefully...
the pen bled whispers
of possibility and choice
leaving the poet drained.
the drops formed words
the words formed verse
and all of them became a soul.
random prompt from reddit today
prompt can be found here