2017: Reflecting

I sat down to write this morning and realized that though this has been a rocky year personally…. It was a great year for my writing. I finished and published three volumes of poetry this year and am nearly done with a fourth. I put in play a pen name, Serena Mossgraves. As Serena I released a Novella (The Death of Neverland). I am nearly done with my first novel (Rust, Gore, and the Junkyard Zombie)… Just have to finish the editing, the writing is done. I have done several short stories and worked with two children’s stories. I also started collaboration with my sister on our Spiritual Gardening blog.

Looking it all over, it really does not seem like as much as it is. Still, it is more than I have accomplished before. With the end of the year nigh, I find myself looking back at the things that I wanted for 2017…and thinking ahead to what I want from 2018. I refuse to measure my life in regret, so I do not dwell on the things that went sideways. However, I do look at them and see what I can learn from what I have done. This year, though a personal hot mess, I was able to redirect myself back to my writing. I was able to make it a priority. That is behavior that I plan on continuing.

What about you? Was 2017 a good year? Why? What will be carried over into the new year?

Inspiration monsters

Well I have been extra prolific this year with poetry. I just published my third volume for the year. That was three times what I have managed before. So I was not expecting to do much else poetry wise this year. I have two children’s stories I want to finish, a novel half written(as Serena), a novella that needs more(again Serena) and two stories due to an anthology I am doing by March. So I was sitting down to work on Serena’s Rust, Gore, and the Junkyard Zombie.

I found myself distracted…and so to clear my mind I started to write out my thoughts. A mental cleansing if you will. Next thing I knew I have seven poems for my next volume. I don’t have any idea of why I have been this inspired, but I am not going to complain.

Go peek at my author page. I have added Literary Drops already. There are other great volumes available too. It seems that my muse has decided to be kind, so I will be releasing more soon. Tomorrow, when I type the new ones in, I will be sure to post at least one for y’all to enjoy.

And in case you are curious about Serena, she has an Author page as well. Currently it only has a single novella, but keep your eyes out for that to change.

Word Jazz

inspired by CabbagesandKings

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.

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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mobi – http://www.amazon.com/Pocketful-Poetry-Patricia-Harris-ebook/dp/B009XG5FKW/ref=la_B012U5ZRD2_1_5?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1448293762&sr=1-5

 

Epub – http://www.barnesandnoble.com/mobile/w/pocketful-of-poetry-patricia-lynn-harris/1122477976?ean=2940157783174

 

paperback – http://www.amazon.com/Pocketful-Poetry-Patricia-Lynn-Harris/dp/1515266451/ref=la_B012U5ZRD2_1_5_twi_pap_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1448293762&sr=1-5

 

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Creative Juices 

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mobi – http://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/B00JY0FSTA/ref=mp_s_a_1_1?qid=1448768721&sr=8-1&pi=AC_SX110_SY165&keywords=creative+juices+patricia+harris

 

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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mobi – http://www.amazon.com/Castle-Truth-Patricia-Harris-ebook/dp/B00ATTA1RO/ref=la_B012U5ZRD2_1_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1449767867&sr=1-2

 

Epub – http://www.barnesandnoble.com/mobile/w/castle-truth-patricia-lynn-harris/1122485886?ean=2940158076152

 

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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mobi – http://www.amazon.com/Word-Play-Patricia-Harris-ebook/dp/B0196XVPTQ/ref=la_B012U5ZRD2_1_6_twi_kin_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1451694114&sr=1-6

 

Epub – http://www.barnesandnoble.com/mobile/w/word-play-patricia-lynn-harris/1123137433?ean=2940157688929

 

paperback. – http://www.amazon.com/Word-Play-Patricia-Lynn-Harris/dp/1519794983/ref=la_B012U5ZRD2_1_6_twi_pap_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1451694114&sr=1-6

 

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Sacks of Wit

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mobi – http://www.amazon.com/Sacks-wit-Patricia-Harris-ebook/dp/B010RXNR8G/ref=la_B012U5ZRD2_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1451694114&sr=1-1

 

paperback – http://www.amazon.com/Sacks-Wit-Patricia-Lynn-Harris/dp/1516894332/ref=la_B012U5ZRD2_1_1_twi_pap_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1451694114&sr=1-1

 

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Pip the Pup

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mobi – http://www.amazon.com/Pip-Pup-Patricia-Harris-ebook/dp/B009KS4U4U/ref=la_B012U5ZRD2_1_4_twi_kin_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1451694114&sr=1-4

 

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

 

Epub – http://www.barnesandnoble.com/mobile/w/bedtime-tales-the-teddy-bear-picnic-patricia-harris/1123533868?ean=2940157717261

 

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

 

Paperback – https://www.amazon.com/Bedtime-Tales-Princess-Lost-2/dp/1539455718/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=1478895558&sr=8-1

 

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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.