I always have at least one day when the prompt doesn’t work for me. I have a folder of saved prompts for that purpose. today the folder was helpful. the prompt is : when the wind calls
Category: Graphic Disturbances
April PAD challenge Day 2
the prompt can be found here
April PAD challenge Day 1
the prompt can be found here
Monday Poetry
Involuntary Movements
by Patricia Harris
Remaining still is easier said
than it is for me to do,
I am made of gelatin and
thoughts straight from the
ocean's waves.
Involuntary Movements
are almost expected
when you are as chaotic
as I.
Monday Poetry
forgetting
by Patricia Harris
I am working on forgetting
the importance of my life,
for I am more than what I
can remember myself to be.
instead I want to remember
the importance of those I love
and the way I want to eventually be
instead of focusing entirely on me.
world poetry day
Forgotten Lullabies
by
Patricia Harris
you once gathered lullabies
pretending that you cared,
but how quickly were they forgot
when it no longer suited your life?
forgotten lullabies are
but the memories
children fight with
into adulthood.
Monday Poetry
The Past
by Patricia Harris
the past is gone
forgotten,
repeating.
it leaves so many
feeling defeated.
it is not even happening
in a different way,
the past is gone...
so we will have to
live it all over again.
Monday Poetry
The Problem with the Pen
by Patricia Harris
the poetry seems to flow
when the pen is no where
within my grasp,
inspiration striking as sleep
begins to take ahold.
I wish my memory
was set to be
as perfect as writing
the words would be.
Then I would have never
lost the words that crossed
my mind you see.
Monday Poetry
Unspoken
by Patricia Harris
I have forgotten how
much I enjoyed
the wprds that were
a river flowing from my mind.
so much to say
I somehow never
expected the world
to kill the joy in words
I could so easily find ...
struck dumb in the face
of what was humanity revealed,
I hated what I found.
it was easier for me
to live in the unspoken
then to fight cruelty all over again.
Late night musings
I am seeing so many people argue about the truth lately. No one has any idea about what it is anymore. Here is what the truth is.
the truth is personal,
perspective skewed,
and always changing.
It is political as Hell
and painfully littered with bias
It is so powerful
and passionate about what it knows,
it is pure and simple
It always grows.
it is ego
it is faith
it is standing your ground
and it really gets around.
no one can tell you
what your truth is
no one knows it but you.
Pattimouse 