By Patricia Harris ©2017
Word Jazz
Not structured
Poetic improv
Pieced together
Thoughts, emotions,
Smiles and tears.
Word song,
Spilled soul
To paper
Spilled mind
To sight.
Eclectic,
And smooth.
Energetic,
Makes the heart move.
Category: L TITLES
Tribe
Just when I felt my most alone,
Lost from my soul, unknown,
That is when discovery came.
Teaching me,
Learning how to lean in,
Learning to accept love
Growing, evolving.
Welcoming the arms
Of unconditional
Support wrapping
Self doubt,
Carrying the dream
Carrying the need
To be known.
Each one a star,
Shining brightly in
The darkness of the night
Of a soul lost and forlorn.
Stretching across the chasm
Of eternity.
Rain
By Patricia Harris ©2017
Even perfect days
can end in rain,
Soft mists that barely cover
Or wrenching downpours
That wash away
The emotional bubble.
Dancing in the wet,
Playing with the moment
Much as a child unsupervised.
Pretending that all
Our troubles are forgot,
Yes, even a perfect day
Can end in rain.
Rain, though it symbolizes
Dreary, dark moments
Can bring a pause,
A simple time to let go,
To play as the clocks hands
Move across the tic tocking
Of adulthood.
Release,
Allowing joy to wash off
Stress, pain, tension,
And then to leave us
In a forgotten moment
In the lost minutes of
Childhoods hour.
Angel Tears
©Patricia Harris 2017
I shed my wings for you,
Tearing free each piece of
That which made me.
Ripping out blood and bone
To become that which
You have always known.
Making sure that I could
Never again take to the wind,
For to become the one
You imagined that I would be.
I shed my wings for you,
And then you turned away,
You said goodbye.
I survived
I am pleased to claim 19 of the 24 prompts given for the marathon. I have 20 poems now for Literary Drops. I hope to be publishing it in December.
For those looking to buy
This is what’s out for all editions.
Will post for each as i finish them.
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A Pocketful of Poetry
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Creative Juices
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Epub – http://www.barnesandnoble.com/mobile/w/creative-juices-patricia-lynn-harris/1122497501?ean=2940158075551
paperback – http://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/1516812573/ref=tmm_pap_title_0?ie=UTF8&qid=1448768721&sr=8-1
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Castle Truth (a novella)
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paperback – http://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/1515362396/ref=tmm_pap_title_0?ie=UTF8&qid=1449767867&sr=1-2
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word play
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Epub – http://www.barnesandnoble.com/mobile/w/word-play-patricia-lynn-harris/1123137433?ean=2940157688929
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Sacks of Wit
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Pip the Pup
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Epub- http://www.barnesandnoble.com/mobile/w/pip-the-pup-patricia-harris/1123533878?ean=2940157717315
paperback – http://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/1516920694/ref=tmm_pap_title_0?ie=UTF8&qid=1451694114&sr=1-4
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Bedtime Tales I:
The Teddy Bear Picnic
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Mobi – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01CZK88NS
Paperback – https://www.createspace.com/6142704
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Bedtime Tales II: The Princess Lost
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Mobi – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01M4G8PJL
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Life Drops
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Mobi – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01KGIK8G6
Paperback – https://www.createspace.com/6502919
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Wayward Dreams
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Mobi – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01MTTIJEP
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Or visit my author page and I will post it on there as soon as any new ones are available!
Frustration
Head in my hands,
I have lain.
Frustration rules my brain.
Doubts rearing,
Words written
With no readers opinions
To reach and sway.
Crippling doubt
Searing the mind,
Taking the muse
Leaving only frustration behind.
The pen a sword,
With a double edge so keen.
Severing the need,
Laying the heart so bare.
No voice
Power stolen,Silence woven.
No voice left
To the soul broken.
Humanity removed,
Difference exposed.
Protesting the darkness
For sake of grasping the light,
Only to find the soul
Just too weary to fight.
A voice stolen completely away
Left by society silent today.
For though I speak clearly,
There is no one to hear me.
Words are painful
So you say
Words can’t hurt you,
Such bravado to be shown.
Strength in mind, and heart,
Forgotten dreams,
Into the fury thrown.
For though the mind is strong,
The tongue is sharp.
Cutting the soul,
Slicing deep.
The pen is mighty,
No sword so sharp.
Each slice exquisite,
Laying vein
outside the skin.
Making me wish
The words mute
Again.
Untitled from Life drops
The broken heart
Drips the ink,
That from the
Poet’s pen will leak.
Verses torn from
Pain so barely borne,
Written with a soul
Determined to grow.
Reaching out in word
To staunch the flow
Of ink from the ever
Sharper pen.
Pattimouse 