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Becoming Fiction

Poetry

By Serena Mossgraves

I live in a world where biography's  
Indicate fictional characters 
Which apparently means there is naught 
That we in the real world could learn from them... 
 
History is become  
the darkness that clouds  
what lay ahead of us, 
Instead of shedding light 
on where we have been. 

And as I struggle 
                  to light the path 
for those around me 
Feeling as though  
                 this might just be a war  
I cannot win... 

I realize that even if I 
am becoming fiction... 
I still will never be the person 
that they want in the end....

I was watching a video of The North Omaha Cat Lady. Incredible creator. She was reacting to a comment claiming Anne Frank was a fictional character. Admittedly that inspired Serena’s Poem, and broke my heart. Anne Frank was an incredible young lady. There have been very few biographical books I have enjoyed over the course of time I have been a reader, and her diary was one. The other that stands out was the nine days queen…the story of Lady Jane Grey.

Please if all of the best historical people are to become fiction…then let us still learn from their example. Just because something is fiction does not stop the truth behind it. We can learn from history, from fiction and from each other if we just open our hearts and our minds.

Right now is a scary time to be alive, especially if you live anywhere in the USA. I really try not to be too political on here as I don’t feel like that is what most people come to my blog for. However, having said that…Sometimes it hurts to be self aware in a time of political turmoil and unrest.

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.

Wednesday Whispers

Poetry

Under the Street Light

by Serena Mossgraves

the cold sets glistening

the ones that live

under the street light.

with no roof above them

the light exposes the

darkness below.

no home, no warmth,

the night is just another thing

to harry the broken soul along .

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.

Book Review

Book Review

I have to admit I love Rachel Wiley’s Poetry. It feels like she gets where I have been. This was an impulse buy for me, as I rarely buy the paperback versions. I enjoy paperbacks but I don’t often read them. I find it easier to curl up with my phone and enjoy what I want to read. So for me Paperbacks are a luxury item. This one lives up to the hype. The poems tug at the heart, and are well written. The book is lovely. Not the largest volume, but it feels just right. I bought it on the Zon but it is available on B&N, Google and a few of the usual suspects.

Wednesday Whispers

Wednesday Whispers
Poetry

Hindsight

by Serena Mossgraves

The way hindsight blinds, 
kindness hidden by fear, 
and friendship torn apart  
by the illusion of what 
 the mind perceives. 

Perhaps hindsight is twenty twenty, 
but with no light to illuminate  
seeing through the dark 
can be an impossible thing.

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.

Wednesday Whispers

Wednesday Whispers
Poetry

Corset

by Serena Mossgraves

strangling 
I struggle to breathe, 
the tightness nearly  
breaking me... 

pull the strings, 
tighter still, 
for vanity demands 
the corset drawn  
to bone tight.

Wednesday Whispers

Wednesday Whispers
Poetry

Murder

by Serena Mossgraves

A murder takes flight
on wings of shadow 
against a field of 
the purest white
towards an azure sky.
I find myself wanting
to join them,
spreading wings and 
taking flight.

The extreme beauty
in the difference 
between the
shadow and the light,
fills the world
with wistful imagination.