Okay…I normally don’t do this, but I was sorting through the old stuff on Canva…cleaning up things. And I found two I don’t remember posting. So…today is throwback poetry. (Not sure the volumes these are in.)
Monday poetry
Tag: poems by Patricia harris
Pad challenge Day 3
Prompt: Problem
Pad challenge Day one
Prompt: Declaration
I have been thinking about how I want to do the poems for the pad challenge on the blog. I always do my poetry for the blog on lovely images to make it look nice… but I feel like I need to do it differently for the daily poem. So I decided to go with a screenshot (I included the keyboard this morning. I don’t know if it will be in all of them) that way I can do the pretty image for Monday poetry and it will be a good thing still.
Monday poetry
Two from me. I don’t know if I will be posting the results from the Pad Challenge On time, but I will try. I do know that Wednesday & Thursday there will not be my normal posts. I am going to try to do Tuesday though. Recovery is making things go slower.
Monday poetry
Two from Fighting Ignorance.
Poetry Marathon Hour Twelve
To Do List
Get out of bed
brush that head
drink some coffee
throw out the doubts and why mes
prepare for the day
don’t forget that you slay
Eat something more than once
best if you eat dinner, breakfast and lunch
keep away any and all doubts
throw those nasty things right out
don’t forget to hydrate
you have too much on your plate
portion it out a piece at a time
until you can handle the whole design
Poetry Marathon Hour Eleven
From A Differing Perspective
The argument that seemed so dire
to you was to me nothing
more than Tuesday,
I tried to explain my view
only for you to turn the other way.
My words meant nothing,
you didn’t want to hear…
it was all about you…
much as it always was.
My tears fell unwarranted
to find that you did not care,
so my urge to argue was
unimpeded by the need to
head your feelings instead.
Poetry Marathon Hour Five
Music
Music is such a personal thing
Shared by the world
With each hearing it uniquely.
The dreams are nightmares collectively,
For the lyrics are interpreted
Quite different depending on
The soul.
Some just hear only the beat,
Others need the lyrics
To connect
Soulfully.
Poetry Marathon Hour Four
Marriage
Two souls intertwine,
The choices made
Were made combined.
Through the good,
The bad and the in between
I am with you and you are with me.
And if death does do us part,
Please know that with you
Goes my heart.
The vows were made in truest faith
Before family, friends, and all that came.
All the years, the struggles, the tears,
And not a thing would I change.
You and I are everything
That I wanted in my
Day to day.
Monday Poetry
I oopsed and undid my Monday poetry post from this week…so here it is again…one from me and one from Serena…
Pattimouse 