Category: G TITLES

April PAD challenge Day 4

the prompt can be found here

Pad challenge Day 3

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

April PAD challenge Day 2

the prompt can be found here

April PAD challenge Day 1

the prompt can be found here

Monday Poetry

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

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

Poetry

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

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

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

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.