Pad challenge Day 3 Patricia

Poetry
Monday Poetry
the madness is but a whisper

that speaks to the chaos within,
tis okay though ... for as long as you
keep going forward and and don't give up,
it'll all make sense in the end.

the world will always have chaos
madness and drama to forge
the dreams into what makes
sense in the end

Pad challenge Day 3 Serena

Serena Mossgraves
Serena Mossgraves

Little Deaths

by Serena Mossgraves

how many times
can a man die,
each little death
a monument to
the life they have lived.

Nothing so strong as needing
a coffin for burial or cremation…
still each death a moment
that affected how life was
continued from there on.

Pad challenge Day 2 Patricia

Poetry
Monday Poetry
in the mind's bouquet

mine seems to be
gathered wildflowers
wrapped around
belladonna and foxglove.

Irises and daisies,
violets for sure...
a collection of strange
that suits me so well.

soft, lovely, and deadly,
with beauty to spare.

Pad challenge Day 2 Serena

Serena Mossgraves
Serena Mossgraves

Flowers in the Rain

by Serena Mossgraves

the sadness weeps
from the bouquet
Just set in memory,
being drenched
by the rain.

so often flowers
are given in heartache
and in pain,
but none of them
so sad as those
left beside the grave.

life updates

I realize that I have been absent for a week….it was however not intentional. between Dr’s appointments and books releasing….I just brain fogged. Though I did have a nice surprise. went to the Dr because I have a sinus infection and the check in notes acknowledged that I have fibromyalgia and Autism. both of them previous doctors were not willing to diagnose me with. though other doctors had? I am sure that they are correct and having a dr agree just feels so good.

I should be doing the daily thing again through November but I don’t think I’ll be doing the normal week posts as I am doing 2 pad challenges and trying to do the Fae 50k.

Pad challenge Day 1 Serena

Serena Mossgraves
Serena Mossgraves

the entrance to the tomb

by Serena Mossgraves

the door was closed
after the corpse was laid,
to keep the dark things out.

the entrance to the tomb
was meant to be used
only once in a lifetime,
for else the souls would
play jump rope forth and with.

Pad challenge Day 1 Patricia

Poetry
Monday Poetry

Rotate,
nothing to stop it,
against the flow
in and out again.

the entrance
to the jail,
has no locks…
Just a hesitant reminder
that prisoners are supposed
to be stopped.

The next volume

Doing the poetry marathon has me at the point where I’m needing to pick the next volume. I usually ask here and on Facebook for opinions as to what I should do next.

which one do you like best ?

I survived!

I crashed out after hour 14. I had not slept the night before. so I’m going to be trying to get the rest of prompts done today for the full marathon.

Nearly half done with the half marathon

I am at hour five out of twelve. the prompts are good. this one had me opening a window to another universe. I am enjoying this and I am at the moment still keeping my poetry from it in a separate notebook to be divided later. I just wanted to share at least one.