My attempt.
Pick up the pen,
open the vein,
attempt to explain
the image burning
in my brain.
Telling stories in graphite,
characters that only I see.
It seems so real,
these stories I am writing,
my brain is merely telling lies.
Teach the bardic arts
using your weapon,
ink and pen.
Send the dreams out,
letting not the anxiety win.
Fancy Dinners in quiet spaces
Asking not who attended,
Making no demands
In the stress free zone.
Loving the only requirements
You really need to know.
Excess
Dreaming about having
enough to be easy
generous.
To not need to fret,
work and sweat,
just to have enough.
Building an excess,
hoarding everything
that I can,
just to get by
is not a good way to survive.
Thankful.
I normally try to do a poem to the prompts… Today I am feeling maudlin. So I am instead going to just ramble a bit. Thankful gets woefully overused… Especially in November. I know of people who post gratitude posts daily in November. For me that always has felt like false bravado. I am grateful for so much all through out the year, limiting it to November would be painful.
I am, however, the sort to point out things that are done that elicit that gratitude. This year has seen a lot of growth in me, and in my blog. I have seen the people who are following me grow. I have people who interact with my blog now. I am thankful for you all.
First the inspiration back story..
So… On tumblr I managed to by virtue of sheer exhaustion do something that has me so embarrassed. I had a talented poet enter into my asks wanting to recieve a poetry prompt. Now… I am on a midnight schedule. My boyfriend works midnight to 9am, roughly. So, I usually am in bed between 2ish pm and 11pm. Well, I am also an insomniac…. Yesterday was a no sleep day. The poet thanked me for posting it… And I in my exhaustion… I did not double check the response before sending it out. Autocorrect got me. I sent Your welcome instead of the You’re welcome that I thought I was sending. So I think that I will attempt the prompt myself as recompense.
The prompt was : memories buried.
©2019 Patricia Harris
Six feet down,
In fresh turned earth…
Lays love once so dear.
He chose another heart,
Betraying mine.
So his memory,
I buried.
To prevent my pain,
In hopes that it would
Never rise again.
As the wheel of time turned,
Away that heartache burned.
So here I am with shovel in hand,
At the graveside I stand.
Hoping to revive
All of the memories
Buried inside.
Midnight.
My attempt. Comment yours!
©2019 Patricia Harris
The clock strikes,
all is still.
The hour of mystery
of magic and power,
time for mischief to be done.
Darkness reigns
as the veil falls,
creatures of the night
take to flight.
Power of the natural world
set about being heard.
Hello lovelies! Tonight, I have coffee instead of tea… And lots of it. I am in the home stretch for Beauty’s Tears – only 9 poems left to write. I am hoping to knock out the writing before the first. I likely will not be getting to Layout until December, but it means that Heart Drops will be started with the poems of the PAD challenge.
Fae Corps will be doing another round of daily prompts in November. I will probably be reblogging many of them. The first group got a good reception so we decided to do them for nano/poetry writers in November.
I have been approached by another poet/author about doing a guest blog. Her idea intrigued me! So I will be posting it as soon as she gets it to me for you to read. I enjoy her poetry so I believe that you will enjoy the post.
So… I am facing my fears… And then some. I asked about doing a author signing event yesterday. I also have found a craft fair to try and sell my art and crafts at. This is such a big thing. I have been making art, jewelry, and resin pieces. And due to fear, I have been sticking it all in bins. Anxiety often keeps me from doing. I was called out for my bs. Joe, my boyfriend, told me that if I was not going to do anything to sell or use it then I should stop making it. I hate it when he is right. So I am swallowing the what if I fail fear. The first craft show is a local hot dog sale on the first Saturday in November. I have to get to earning money for books for the signing event. I personally have 19 poetry volumes, 3 kids books, and a memoir. Plus Serena’s 2. And the anthology. That makes it expensive to have even a small amount of copies to sell. Those numbers just make me want to cry.
The beginning of the year will be seeing a lot of new things, from me and from Fae Corps. We have a lot planned. I will be seeing the release of my Beauty’s Tears and the anthology Faery Footprints in December. I am hoping that Serena will have a book ready for release with the new year. I am looking at the release of the audiobook version for the princess lost.
This year is still going to be bringing new challenges. What are you hoping to do before the end of 2019?
Here’s my attempt.
(©2019 Patricia Harris)
The crows gathered,
feather friends all.
Watching silent atop the wall,
waiting for the urgent call.
The omen ignored,
the murder occurred.
Leaving only feathers
to fall.
My attempt :
Fright
©2019 Patricia Harris
Moving past fear,
is it real, am I able
to survive? Am I still alive?
Heart beating a mile a minute,
breathing in short gasps
mind running laps.
It is natural,
this feeling of fear,
nature’s way of saying
you are still here.
Ok. Here’s the list for October. Send me a link to your post, comment below or email to patti.mouse@gmail.com. The prompt can be answered however you see fit as long as it is individual work- yours. So art, poetry, short story, photos, or whatever you can come up with.Today lets explore Zombies! Here is some drawings of a zombie I did!
And a poem from Pocketful of Poetry
Zombie
Also did you know that Serena has a Zombie Novel out? Rust, Gore, and the Junkyard Zombie
So, now let’s see what you can do with it!
Pattimouse 