Wednesday Whispers

Poetry

Pull the strings

by Serena Mossgraves

The political voice
spreading propaganda
is putting more darkness
out across the land.

It is time again for us
to light up the world
with a creative plan.

Turn on the light,
spread joy as far
as you can.
pull the strings
on the last lamp
and illuminate the lies
before they take hold.

Wednesday Whispers

Poetry

The Veil

by Serena Mossgraves

the dead don't see,

the light removed.

The illumination is
taken as the soul leaves.

The veil is pulled
to blind the soul
and the grief blinds
those left alive.

choices and changes

The majority of the votes were for this volume.

I then realized that I didn’t have a line that I always put on my volumes.

so I decided to update it…and I added some whimsy at the same time.

the other thing is that several people pointed out that My Causality was better suited for Serena Mossgraves than for me.

so it will be her volume instead of mine.

In the vein of announcements….

This year for kids week Serena Mossgraves will be releasing one .

My favorite kiddo reader asked Serena to write him a scary story. Now he is only four/five years so how can she resist ?

She never planned to do any kids books and I have my doubts about her writing any more but it is such a fun story..

It is time again

It is time again

I actually waited longer than I usually do. Lost Notes is completely written and scheduled for release. I usually ask 5 or 6 poems from being done. Help me to choose the next volume?

Wednesday Whispers

Wednesday Whispers
Poetry

Hindsight

by Serena Mossgraves

The way hindsight blinds, 
kindness hidden by fear,
and friendship torn apart
by the illusion of what
the mind perceives.

Perhaps hindsight is twenty twenty,
but with no light to illuminate
seeing through the dark
can be an impossible thing.

Wednesday Whispers

Wednesday Whispers
Poetry

Corset

by Serena Mossgraves

strangling 
I struggle to breathe,
the tightness nearly
breaking me...

pull the strings,
tighter still,
for vanity demands
the corset drawn
to bone tight.

Wednesday Whispers

Wednesday Whispers
Poetry

Murder

by Serena Mossgraves

A murder takes flight
on wings of shadow
against a field of
the purest white
towards an azure sky.
I find myself wanting
to join them,
spreading wings and
taking flight.

The extreme beauty
in the difference
between the
shadow and the light,
fills the world
with wistful imagination.

Wednesday Whispers

Poetry

Drops of Light

by Serena Mossgraves

I don't need to see
bright examples of
Illumination,
Don't you see that simplicity
will work for me?

Minor drops of light
to illuminate
that which I need to
examine.

Do not flood my sight
when you can easily instead
illuminate gently
what I need to see.

Wednesday Whispers

Poetry

One Candle

by Serena Mossgraves

is it too much 
to light a single candle,
to illuminate the world
one small light at a time?

One Candle to fight the darkness,
one Candle to push the dreary away.
I am not trying to rid the world
of all the darkness,
That is too much for me to try,
I just want to push some light
into the world so that I might see.
One Candle is enough for me.

Wednesday Whispers

Poetry

White Out

by Serena Mossgraves

so many have associated
the color black with death,
I think it is not true.
Black is the mix of all that is
whereas white is the absence .

Absence of color,
absence of life,
absence of the existence
of what was and what
could be.