The Problem with the Pen
by Patricia Harris
the poetry seems to flow
when the pen is no where
within my grasp,
inspiration striking as sleep
begins to take ahold.
I wish my memory
was set to be
as perfect as writing
the words would be.
Then I would have never
lost the words that crossed
my mind you see.
So I have received a few comments that my book catalog is daunting…my friend Jenny asked me to do omnibus editions for my poetry volumes and it seemed like a good idea. So in April – for National Poetry Month I will be releasing omnibus editions of my poetry volumes.
When Death came in
by Serena Mossgraves
we welcomed him with a smile
for the cards had laid clear,
when death came in
we all awaited him.
now please don’t worry
please don’t fear,
death was not the end at all
it was the choice to start again.
when death came in
the walls would fall,
and the ghosts would be
no longer drowning us
in a waterfall made of
memories and sin.
Unspoken
by Patricia Harris
I have forgotten how
much I enjoyed
the wprds that were
a river flowing from my mind.
so much to say
I somehow never
expected the world
to kill the joy in words
I could so easily find ...
struck dumb in the face
of what was humanity revealed,
I hated what I found.
it was easier for me
to live in the unspoken
then to fight cruelty all over again.
I am seeing so many people argue about the truth lately. No one has any idea about what it is anymore. Here is what the truth is.
the truth is personal,
perspective skewed,
and always changing.
It is political as Hell
and painfully littered with bias
It is so powerful
and passionate about what it knows,
it is pure and simple
It always grows.
it is ego
it is faith
it is standing your ground
and it really gets around.
no one can tell you
what your truth is
no one knows it but you.
Moonlight Muse
by Serena Mossgraves
As the moonlight illuminates
the world around me,
that is when my muse awakens.
Though the whole world
is closing its eyes,
and I find myself wanting
to settle in weak and weary…
the muse is insistent
I pickup the pen
and bleed again .
The Language of Poetry
by Patricia Harris
it seems like poetry
is so out of reach,
the language oft
dark and deep.
the poet's soul
broken into metaphor
and need,
written in a language
only the heart can read.
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.
The Mood has changed
by Patricia Harris
I can see
the shift in your mood,
the intensity
of things falling in place.
building the moment
stone by stone,
the mood has changed
and so have you.
from the way
you are stacking
the emotions up like bricks...
the wall is so nearly built.
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.
