I have in the last few days gone from feeling amazing to invisible .
I don’t feel like I am unique in this.
Especially when the season starts to change .
However I just want to let you know I see you …even if you feel invisible.
Thursday Thoughts
Category: Shenanigans
Drawtober day 16
Wednesday whisper
Stained Glass burial
By
Serena Mossgraves
bury the urge
in my soul,
to be perfect.
I am broken glass
from a stained glass window
only in the shades of gray.
Crimson drops reveal
the fault lines
that deeply carve into
the soul released across
eternity .
Quick question
the November pad will be 2 poems a day for me and I have been doing well with my Drawtober posts. so I wondered if I should do the posts like that or like the current Monday /Wednesday poetry posts ?
Drawtober day 15
Tuesday Tunes
Lyrics –
Alright, everybody sit down, quiet down, listen up
I brought you all here to recite the annual obituaries
Like every year we start with A and end with Z
Alright, is the band ready?
Ready
Alright, hit it Boyles
One, and a two
A is for Amber who drowned in a pool
B is for Billy who was eaten by ghouls
C is for Curt with disease in the brain
D is for Daniel derailed on a train
E is for Eric who is buried alive
F is for Frank who was stabbed through the eye
G is for Greg who died in the womb
H is for Heather who was sealed in a tomb
One by one we bite the dust
Kick the bucket and begin to rust
Give up the ghost when your number’s up
We all fall down
Ashes to ashes, bones to paste
You wither away in your resting place
Eternity in a wooden case
We all fall down
I is for Isaac who lost his front brakes
J is for Johnny, was bitten by snakes
K is for Kimmy who was shot in the head
L is for Larry who bled and bled
M is for Marie who was burned to a crisp
N is for Nick who was pummeled by fists
O is for Olive who lived life too fast
P is for Pat who swallowed some glass
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Alrighty lads, all together now
One by one we bite the dust
Kick the bucket and begin to rust
Give up the ghost when your number’s up
We all fall down
Ashes to ashes, bones to paste
You wither away in your resting place
Eternity in a wooden case
We all fall down
Q is for Quentin who took the wrong trail
R is for Raina who rotted in jail
S is for Stevie who was shot by a bow
T is for Tory who froze in the snow
U is for Urich who was trampled by hooves
V is for Vanessa who fell off a roof
W is for Will who was hit by a car
X is for Xavier who sunk in the tar
Y is Yessy who fell from a plane
Z is for Zack who simply went
Insane
My 2 cents –
Continuing the theme …Fun & Spooky.
Drawtober day 14
Monday 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 .
Pattimouse 