
As the ink flows
my mind starts to grow,
pushing poetry on the page
to weave the life into a stage.
writing poetry
for no other reason
than I can,
so time to put
pen to page again.

As the ink flows
my mind starts to grow,
pushing poetry on the page
to weave the life into a stage.
writing poetry
for no other reason
than I can,
so time to put
pen to page again.
the prompt can be found here

each syllable drips to the page
setting words to hearts ablaze,
penning poetica is both art
and passion sincere.
I believe that I will pick up
my pen and drop the rhyme
I love so dear.
the prompt can be found here

Am I just a fool
for wanting to write
the verse freely?
to weave the words
into the poetic,
pick my pen up
and let poetry flow.

Involuntary Movements
by Patricia Harris
Remaining still is easier said
than it is for me to do,
I am made of gelatin and
thoughts straight from the
ocean's waves.
Involuntary Movements
are almost expected
when you are as chaotic
as I.

forgetting
by Patricia Harris
I am working on forgetting
the importance of my life,
for I am more than what I
can remember myself to be.
instead I want to remember
the importance of those I love
and the way I want to eventually be
instead of focusing entirely on me.

Forgotten Lullabies
by
Patricia Harris
you once gathered lullabies
pretending that you cared,
but how quickly were they forgot
when it no longer suited your life?
forgotten lullabies are
but the memories
children fight with
into adulthood.

The Past
by Patricia Harris
the past is gone
forgotten,
repeating.
it leaves so many
feeling defeated.
it is not even happening
in a different way,
the past is gone...
so we will have to
live it all over again.

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.