the November pad will be 2 poems a day for me and I have been doing well with my Drawtober posts. so I wondered if I should do the posts like that or like the current Monday /Wednesday poetry posts ?
Quick question
Category: pen names
Monday Poetry
Samhain
By
Patricia Harris
Rolling pumpkins
glowing eyes,
decaying leaves,
admist costumery…
candy sacks in tiny hands
haunting the streets
until the nights end.
The veil is thinned
on this night of revelry,
It brings the ancestors
to weave the joy into
all that might be .
Book Birthday
Poetry is designed for politics. Have you read mine?
Wednesday whisper
Decompose
By
Serena Mossgraves
Don’t know what is
Eating at me,
Clawing into my soul…
Opening up my
Memories at the end of the knife.
Pretending that I will be
Okay after all is
Said and done…
Eventually.
Monday Poetry
My Wings
By
Patricia Harris
my wings were clipped
before I had grown
strong enough to fly…
so I crashed as they said I would
crawling upon the ground
trying to reach home once more …
I had to recreate my wings
from the bones of the soul
they burned within.
Wednesday whisper
Breaking Down
By
Serena Mossgraves
the news speaks
of another death,
a child found in tragedy,
and the thought begins
that society is
breaking down.
perhaps it is but the symptom
of the design,
a disease of the collective mind.
darkness seeping from each corner ,
so the only ones that see
the ones that suffer,
are the childlike.
Society is
breaking down
and not a soul
notices…
Monday Poetry
I turned the page
By
Patricia Harris
As I expected the world
To be a story worth reading,
When I found that I was
Not enjoying the day…
I turned the page.
The story is going to be
One that I chose to write,
And if I am ready to with
nothing to stop me,
I turned the page.
Book Birthday, Belated
I keep forgetting to post these….
I should have Posted this on the 27th and guess what? You can get your copy here.
Wednesday whisper
Peeling
By
Serena Mossgraves
I need to finish all the stories
That lay half written,
Instead of dreaming of new tales
Where I am a monster
That can just peel away their skin.
The theme is utterly clear
Mentally I want to strip out
Of who I am,
Peeling away from the
Responsibilities…
Yet, still I am not a
Monster.
Monday Poetry
Trading with the fae
By
Patricia Harris
They told me
They could take my pain
And steal it away.
Trading with the fae
Is worse than
Dealing with the devil
Any day.
The promises made
Are sweeter than sugar,
And the result is naught
But disappointment.
Pattimouse 