I decided to do entirely Serena this week. Her Gathered Bones has a good start. And I am nearly done with Echoes…
Monday poetry
Category: Women Poets
Monday poetry
Though I did share the second during the Poetry Marathon…It seemed fitting to share these two together. Both are titled To do List…
Beauty’s Tears
This is another that has been Updated linkwise. An interesting side note…Serena Has a couple of Poems in this one.
Whispers of the Muse
I finished getting Whispers of the Muse fixed. The link is right now. And I am certain that the paperback is better.
Book Birthday 🥳
Have you gotten your own copy yet?
Wild Wednesday
So I have started working on Serena’s Gathered Bones.
I have also started working on her Heaven’s Forgotten Tales. Which is basically a gathering of stories and poetry from her that she has published in various places. Much as Apocalypse athenuem is.
I realized that I am writing more – both as Patricia and as Serena Mossgraves. That I am doing a lot more daily work than I used to. So I might actually go through the future volumes I have prepared covers for…
So I am considering doing some covers for the fun of doing the cover design. And I am wondering if I should plan a future volume for Serena as well as for me.
It ends up being a little bit of a question as to whether or not I have been playing with the poetry with her or if she should continue to write it.
Serena Mossgraves Poetry
It is available for preorder
Poetry Marathon Hour Twelve
To Do List
Get out of bed
brush that head
drink some coffee
throw out the doubts and why mes
prepare for the day
don’t forget that you slay
Eat something more than once
best if you eat dinner, breakfast and lunch
keep away any and all doubts
throw those nasty things right out
don’t forget to hydrate
you have too much on your plate
portion it out a piece at a time
until you can handle the whole design
Poetry Marathon Hour Eleven
From A Differing Perspective
The argument that seemed so dire
to you was to me nothing
more than Tuesday,
I tried to explain my view
only for you to turn the other way.
My words meant nothing,
you didn’t want to hear…
it was all about you…
much as it always was.
My tears fell unwarranted
to find that you did not care,
so my urge to argue was
unimpeded by the need to
head your feelings instead.
Poetry Marathon Hour Ten
Redaction
The choice to censor myself
Is not one that I want to make,
Redaction is not for the likes
Of poets like me.
I perfer to spill my verse
More honestly…
Without the markers
Cross to hide the dream
I want to speak.
Pattimouse 