Word Petals

By Patricia Harris

Petals of  poetry torn from the mind of a half mad poet. Various topics across all of life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fae Corps Publishing
• Release date: Oct 27, 2018
• ISBN: 9781983671029

Patricia Harris

Patricia Harris is a dreamer, crafter, gamer and digital artist who loves creativity in life. A half mad poet,  her writing is found all over social media and various other websites, including coffee house writers. She is a devoted mom who can be found doing a variety of art when she isn’t penning poetry and writing words. She is half of the indie publishing company Fae Corps publishing. Her collection of writings include a memoir,  children's books, and poetry. For more from Patricia, check out www.Facebook.com/mouseypoet or pattimouse.wordpress.com 

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A volume of Poetry

By Patricia Harris

©2018 Patricia Harris

All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the author. The only exception is by a reviewer, who may quote short excerpts in a review.

This book is a work of Poetry.

Any similarity between the characters and situations within its pages and places or persons, living or dead, is unintentional and co-incidental.

Holidays

AROUND THE TABLE

Family gathers,

Seeking sustenance

And emotional reminders

Of where the origins of

Personality began.

Gratitude a theme,

Gluttony, a race

To see which person

Can eat the most plates.

Hostilities on hold,

Awkward moments

Our guest,

As holiday gatherings

Bring on the stress.     

Sealing internally

Temptations to scream!

Raging against

External forces that

Strip control from the civilized

Soul struggling to exert

Even a minor control

Dubiously over it all.

Overall wishing

Under the

Guise of sanity

That life would

just once be easy.

Cold

In the embrace

Of frost's affections,

Feeling the shivers deeply.

Nose glowing crimson,

Furnace not cutting the empty

Open dreary of the day.

Sunshine bright

With no warm in the light,

Grass crackling each step

With ice and