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Monday Poetry

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Monday Poetry

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Monday Poetry

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Monday Poetry

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Monday Poetry

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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 .