Midnight Conversations
by Serena Mossgraves
In the wee hours
when life comes forlorn,
speaking with ghosts
of memory seems to be
the one comforting
thing to hold on.
midnight Conversations
with moments of the past,
seem to set to rest
the worries of my life.
Little Deaths
by Serena Mossgraves
how many times
can a man die,
each little death
a monument to
the life they have lived.
Nothing so strong as needing
a coffin for burial or cremation…
still each death a moment
that affected how life was
continued from there on.
Flowers in the Rain
by Serena Mossgraves
the sadness weeps
from the bouquet
Just set in memory,
being drenched
by the rain.
so often flowers
are given in heartache
and in pain,
but none of them
so sad as those
left beside the grave.
the entrance to the tomb
by Serena Mossgraves
the door was closed
after the corpse was laid,
to keep the dark things out.
the entrance to the tomb
was meant to be used
only once in a lifetime,
for else the souls would
play jump rope forth and with.
As she is 3 away from finishing Illumination – Here is one titled Cobwebs Memoir.
I always do this with my poetry volumes and nearly never with Serena. She’s nearly done with Illumination and has decided to let the masses pick the next poetry volume she will pen.
Pattimouse 