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.
Lyrics –
You don’t know fear
Till it’s calling from behind
And the streets that are familiar
Seem to stretch out at night
They dragged her to the woods
They couldn’t leave Anne on her own
And the press paraded pictures
Of a dead Marylin Monroe
And I will always choose the bear
I will always choose the wolves
No matter what they do
They wouldn’t blame my clothes
And I would rather choose to die
Let my body decompose
Cuz even when you’re ash
They will never let you go no
Careful of the stranger
A face you’ve never met
You’ve seen them in your churches
they’re sleeping in your beds
And history will teach you
They were all such willing wives
Sacagawea was a child
When her body lost its rights
I will always choose the bear
I will always choose the wolves
No matter what they do
They wouldn’t blame my clothes
I would rather choose to die
Let my body decompose
Cuz even when you’re ash
They will never let you go
The waves let them take me
The walls let them fall It may not be many
But enough to doubt them all
And when I tell the beasts
All the things you would do
They would cry as well
And fear you too
I will always choose the bear
I will always choose the wolves
No matter what they do
They wouldn’t blame my clothes
I would rather choose to die
And let my body decompose
Cuz even when you’re ash
They will never let you go
I will always choose the bear
I will always choose the wolves
No matter what they do
They wouldn’t blame my clothes
I would rather choose to die
Let my body decompose
Cuz even when your ash
They will never let you go
Cuz even when your ash
They will never let you go,
no
My 2 cents –
I have been seeing a lot of feminine Rage songs appearing on the music scene. I can understand why…and I can relate to way too many of them. Still it is something that bothers me because it feels like we are going backwards as a country.
So I have said that I enjoy making covers…and Especially poetry covers for future books – whether I ever get them written or not…I just enjoy the creation of the idea.
I am, at least where my files are concerned, Very organized. So I have a folder of future Poetry volumes and then each is organized alphabetically.
That gives me an idea of when I have two many of any one letter starting the titles. So I can choose titles from letters I have less of. If I have 3 or more then I feel like it is time to pick a different folder to add an idea to.
Do I realize that with over 70 future volume covers I will never get them all written? Yeah. This is an art form that relaxes me. And it means when I finish a volume I have choices. So less anxiety there.
My child thinks I am overwhelming myself. Planning for things that will never be, I see it as dreaming gently about possibilities.
Lost Time
by Patricia Harris
I have spent so much time
giving away parts of me
with no concerns of
what I was tearing from myself...
Thinking that it was
what was expected
from me...
In reality all I was doing
was pouring time
into others,
openly ignoring
the holes I was creating
inside of me.
I thought about doing a Tuesday Tunes with I am Santa Claus but I just don’t want to be that person today. I am not posting anything else this week due to the chaos of the holiday. See you all next week.
Lost In The Void
by Patricia Harris
perhaps the world would be better
if we were to get lost in the void,
not really holding ourselves to the plan
that society says we should.
instead I think we could wander
freely in the openness of the possibility,
letting ourselves learn how to exist
in the world just being happy.
So you found a new book?
Or maybe you just published one?
Did you find a new webcomic that you like?
Or a song you think everyone should hear?
No need for explanation…Just Share it.
You find a good deal that you think we should all see? Just share!
Or hey even a joke you think too fun not to share, Just share it.
Post links in the comments.
Occasionally I will too.
wandering TikTok I found a book that I want and I am incredibly inclined to spread as loudly as I possibly can.
The Secret Ingredient by Paul Castle looks like a really cute book. I really want one on my shelf.
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.
Lyrics –
Lacey things, the wife is missing.
Didn’t ask, for her permission
I’m wearing her clothes,
her silk panty hose.
Walking around in women’s underwear.
In the store, there’s a teddy.
With little straps, like spaghetti.
It holds me so tight,
like handcuffs at night.
Walking around in womens underwear
In the office there’s a guy named Melvin.
He pretends that I am Murphy Brown.
He’ll say “Are you ready?”
I’ll say, “Woah man! Let’s wait until the wife is out of town.”
Later on, if you wanna,
We can dress, like Madonna.
Put on some eye shade, and join the parade.
Walking around in women’s underwear.
Lacey things, missing.
Didn’t ask, permission.
Wearing her clothes, silk panty hose.
Walking around in women’s underwear.
Walking around in women’s underwear.
Walking around in women’s underwear……”
My 2 cents –
I wanted something funny to use for this week….
Pattimouse 