Category: Patricia Harris

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

It is time again
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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

Monday Poetry
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

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

Monday Poetry
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

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.

Monday Poetry

Monday Poetry
Poetry

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.

Monday Poetry

Monday Poetry
Poetry

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.

Monday Poetry

Monday Poetry
Poetry

What am I supposed to do

by Patricia Harris

my dream was so clear
in the younger days,
I understood that I
was able to do anything.

Age has stolen
clarity and the ideas
that I often clung
deeply to…
leaving me without
any clue what I am
supposed to do.