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.
Monday Poetry
Category: Patricia Harris
Monday Poetry
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.
Monday Poetry
Hidden Within Books
by Patricia Harris
everything is in chaos,
political awareness
is enough to drive most of us
to the brink of death...
so I have decided that I will be found
hidden within my books,
hidden from the news,
hidden from the fear...
hidden in worlds written
to create personal peace.
in a time when dystopia
is current events,
I will choose fantasy,
romance and poetry...
to carry me away.
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
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?
Monday Poetry
Identity
by Patricia Harris
Who am I, Really?
Hiding behind labels,
Lost in pretending
I understand who
I am supposed to be.
There was a time
When I was sure
Of who I wanted to be,
No labels, no questions,
just me and who I wanted to be...
Age has changed me
adding fear, adding wear and tear...
adding the questions
and the lost identity
that I find the need to chase.
Book Birthday
Be Demystified!
Monday Poetry
Perhaps forgetting is better
by Patricia Harris
Lost memories seem
to weave the idea of grief
into daily life,
speeding the thoughts
through the loom making
the blanket of heaviness
to weigh on the mind.
Perhaps forgetting is better,
a feather instead of stone...
the moment left alone
when the weight is less
on the shoulders than
Atlas knows.
Monday Poetry
Caustic
by Patricia Harris
The words that drip from your tongue
burn deeply into the soul,
Caustic like the acid,
Perhaps I am lost in a fog
of the brain melted by what you had to say...
I stand here broken,
wondering if I have made
many the wrong choice,
Walking through the acid rain...
for someone who will never see
the damage inflicted.
For the one who will always
cause me pain.
Monday Poetry
Brainless
by Patricia Harris
somehow I have lost
my brain in my travels,
I feel like a zombie
wandering loose lost.
Every one seems to think
I am brainless
because I don’t follow
the notes of society’s song.
Pattimouse 