Okay, i am often treated to bouts of insomnia. The reasons vary. Often it is just not being able to quiet my busy mind. Last night was the first time in over a month. I am up to thirty three poems out of the seventy I do in each volume for Life drops. I will likely share later one from that. I spent some time writing on the d20 game world that I have created. Lots of details still to do on that one. Managed about two fifty on my steampunk story, and another hundred and fifty on my drow novel. Didn’t get to the others. Helped my sister’s faeries do some for their Facebook page. Shared what i found worthwhile to my author page, to my shop page, and to my personal page. Still felt like I should have gotten more done. Didn’t get my crafts done yesterday. Still my mind isn’t slowing. Have cut way back on caffeine. Limiting myself to two cups of coffee a week and pretty much no pop. Heck even my tea is mostly herbal anymore. Still there are days when i can’t sleep. I’m about to try again for st least a short nap. So until I return…. may you sleep well and have only sweet dreams.
Category: published
The Faeries of Birchwood Grove
The Faeries of Birchwood Grove
By Patricia Harris
Dancing about to and fro,
Look at all the faeries go.
Birchwood grove is a busy place
Where all the faeries dance and play.
Advice and help for you to care
are easily found in abundance there.
Tips on animals, food and herbs,
gentle fun and lots of preserves.
Goods made with Love and care
easily found over there.
Anxiety
If you could,
Please tell me,
what exactly is
Normalcy?
Every thing i do
Just to try and fit in.
And still it feels i will
Never win.
Chaos surrounding
weirdness abounding.
Too strange to be
Like the world around me.
Must fight to adhere
Show no signs
Of queer.
Bury the shame,
Act just the same,
Else you won’t be
Allowed near.
vibrations
A story whispered
Told again.
Heard by those
Not meant to say,
Growing monstrous,
Expansion uncontrollable.
Truth or fiction,
Rumbling through society
Becoming legend,
Becoming real.
Difference twixt legend
and fantasy shone
n a harsh and
an all too revealing light.
Vocal
It’s your voice i hear,
When my doubt is high.
My hesitation stems
From you not hearing
Each echoing cry.
I show you my art,
My blood, sweat, and tears.
In hopes of pride swelling high,
all you can do is huff and sigh.
Tis but doodles you claim,
I guess you really do not see
How deeply it is you are cutting me.
I show you my words, written with care,
Shared so intimately.
Only to feel disappointed again.
No pride in me,
No surety.
All i hear dripping from
Those lips i love,
Is how naught i do
Is ever good enough.
In celebration of World Poetry Day
I have decided to share a poem from each of my volumes of poetry, including my w.i.p.
from A pocketful of poetry : Don’t blame me
from creative Juices : Creative Juices
From Sacks of Wit : Vibrations
From Word Play : Vocal
And lastly from my Wip….
Life Drops : Anxiety
Go find a wonderful poet and enjoy! Here is some of my favorite Poems and Poets.
There are many more, but these are some of my most favorite.
Creative Juices
Dripping loosely
the juices flowing,
the muses kiss sending
random ideas to a
creative brain.
Stories & Poems,
Lyrics and verse.
Flowing free the words
both dark and light.
Wringing out the heart,
pouring loose the soul,
putting pen to paper
trying to fill that hole.
Nothing blocking the drain,
naught to hide the pain.
Beauty and joy,
hope and sadness,
Intermingling loosely
as ink wets the page.
Don’t Blame Me
You see the darkness
That has seeped into my soul,
And fear the same that
Resides within you.
Do not hold me to blame
For seeing what you
Dare not.
Explore yourself,
And see what lies within.
Embrace it all
And fear it not,
For no part of who you are
Is meant to frighten.
I speak what lies
Within the human soul,
Within the human heart.
Those words are torn from
Experience that was hardest won.
Do not hold me to blame
For seeing what you
Dare not.
When you walk along
The path that I was forced to crawl,
And hold your head to the sky,
When I could barely see into another’s eyes.
Do not think to judge that escape
That the truth has wrought.
For in this life the truth
Is the only tool that I was allowed.
Muse
Trying so hard
To spark the muse,
To get an inspire.
Brainstorming,
Planning,
So much i can’t see.
How do i pull this creativity
Out of me?
Searching the web
For the dreams
That others have spun.
To start a storm
Electrifying new places,
Starting ideas flowing.
Elusive muses failing
To provide even
The most simple idea.
Starting and Struggling
As an Indie writer, I understand how hard it is to find people to assist in publication. No book is all about just the written words. There is the writing, The editing, the Illustrating (If it is illustrated), The marketing, The publication. Really it is something many of us try to do on our own. Part of the reason is because it feels like no one out there honestly cares about what we do as we care. I have a friend who is also an Indie writer. She has published two wonderful Children’s books (The Woodland Adventures)….And is working on the third. She has had two different Illustrators. The first was a wonderful Artist Spirit Horse Studios who due to a surprise new addition to her family had to bow out of the second book. So my friend, Redbird Stormcrow, Found another Illustrator. Only problem is the newest Illustrator doesn’t seem to want to promote her own work. Which any author would feel slighted by. So my friend is about to put out the third book in the series, and is looking for a Illustrator. And not looking for huge costs, and wanting someone who would actually at least take some pride in what they do. It amazes me that there are artists who don’t take pride in their work. I would offer to draw for her but I am awful at cats (the next book has a lot of cats!) So if you are an artist and looking for a start…look her up…
Her author page is still in processing, but when it’s up, go show her some Love! ❤
Pattimouse 