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Monday Poetry

Poetry




Monday Poetry

Poetry




April PAD challenge Day 5

the prompt can be found here

Ars Poetica April 5

Ars Poetica April 5
Poetry
For though I had not written 
in a score of days, 
the pen seemed to have  
a life of its own as I wrote 
in a complete haze. 

Poetry flowed loosely 
from my mind as if I had  
breached a dam at last. 

the pen and I were 
joined as one, 
and I myself  
found poetry done.

Monday Poetry

Poetry

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.

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.

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

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.