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 .
Poetry is designed for politics. Have you read mine?
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.
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.
I keep forgetting to post these….
I should have Posted this on the 27th and guess what? You can get your copy here.
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.
Song of Home
By
Patricia Harris
The song of home
Is leading me
To the path
Of memory.
The notes lifting
My heart broken
Into a place of peace
Where only happiness exists.
Forgotten Flowers
By
Patricia Harris
Faded blooms
Floating down stream
Forget me nots
Don’t mean anything.
When you promised forever
With flowers in your hand,
I believed you with no demand…
But here I sit with forgotten flowers
And forever but a dream.
You Saved Me
By
Patricia Harris
You say that you feel
like you were a curse…
before you I was a soul
lost in the void.
I had no idea
what I should do
or who I was…
I had never seen
anyone else
remotely like me.
until you.
you saved me,
by introducing me
to who you are.
Welcome Back
By
Patricia Harris
The door was closed
So long ago on who
We were, forgotten children
Pretending to be human
In the world turning us into
Monsters.
Taking away the idea
That were allowed to
Play, allowed to be
Happy…
Welcome back
To the forgotten places
Where childhood stows.
Pattimouse 