Monday Poetry

Song of Home

Patricia Harris

The song of home
Is leading me
To the path
Of memory.

The notes lifting
My heart broken
Into a place of peace
Where only happiness exists.

Monday Poetry

Forgotten Flowers

Patricia Harris

Faded blooms
Floating down stream
Forget me nots
Don’t mean anything.

When you promised forever
With flowers in your hand,
I believed you with no demand…
But here I sit with forgotten flowers
And forever but a dream.

Monday Poetry

You Saved Me

Patricia Harris

You say that you feel
like you were a curse…
before you I was a soul
lost in the void.
I had no idea
what I should do
or who I was…

I had never seen
anyone else
remotely like me.
until you.

you saved me,
by introducing me
to who you are.

Monday Poetry

Welcome Back

Patricia Harris

The door was closed
So long ago on who
We were, forgotten children
Pretending to be human
In the world turning us into
Monsters.

Taking away the idea
That were allowed to
Play, allowed to be
Happy…

Welcome back
To the forgotten places
Where childhood stows.

Monday Poetry

Caustic

Patricia Harris

The words that drip from your tongue
burn deeply into the soul,
Caustic like the acid,
Perhaps I am lost in a fog
of the brain melted by what you had to say…

I stand here broken,
wondering if I have made
many the wrong choice,
Walking through the acid rain…
for someone who will never see
the damage inflicted.
For the one who will always
cause me pain.

Monday Poetry

Singularity

Patricia Harris

Perhaps I am not the person
I thought I would be,
So like everyone else.

Perhaps I am but a
singularity,
a lost note
in a song sung
by the divine.

Monday Poetry

In wildflower fields

Patricia Harris

when you come traveling
through the fields of flowers
pick ones far from tame
and lose yourself…

For getting lost in
The fields of wildflower
Is a music to the mind
that allows you to leave
all of your stress and worry behind.

Monday Poetry

Lost Notes

Patricia Harris

My voice used to sing
A tune of wonder and
The highest moments
Of love for life…

Somehow I have
Lost Notes in my song,
My beat is off and I
Fear that the song no longer
Hits the notes
I once was capable of.

What was decided

Though a couple of the volumes had a vote each this one received the most over all of the platforms. So I am as of Tuesday afternoon at 430pm only five poems away from finishing Human Shaped Verse. I have no doubt that I will have it done within the next few days and starting on Lost Notes. The others will get written eventually. They will go back into the rotation for the next volume as I get finished. I usually pick five that feel right and present them to everyone as choices when I get within ten poems of completion of a volume. It is slightly random in that respect.