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Soul Drops
Soul Drops
Soul Drops
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Soul Drops

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A drop of  the poetic soul of  a half mad Poet. Various poems for your reading pleasure.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateNov 10, 2018
ISBN9781386286226
Soul Drops
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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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    Soul Drops - Patricia Harris

    Feeding on the Moment

    The need so grand,

    Just to touch your hand,

    Just to taste the sensation

    Of pressure from your lips.

    To forget ever so briefly

    The existence of the world

    As we feed each other

    The subtle sensations

    Denied by separation.

    Gorge upon my soul,

    As I feast upon yours.

    The rest is not a concern

    Even to postpone

    As the heart feeds on this

    Moment for eternity.

    *note Previously published in the ezine.... http://www.bewilderingstories.com/issue782/blurb.html

    Poisonous

    I started with the mushrooms,

    Ground finely don’t you see.

    Then I gathered leaves

    From the poisonous tree.

    I picked it clean,

    With no thought at all,

    To what that would mean.

    I mixed them all up

    Adding belladonna seeds,

    With just enough water

    To make it liquid to suit the needs.

    So, in my pocket is the vial,

    Hand mixed by me,

    Made up of mushrooms and

    The poisonous tree.

    What will I do?

    With the vial you ask,

    I will hold it safe

    Until the goodbye last.

    The weight hangs

    Pulling me back...

    To my chair,

    To my bed,

    To stare into the screens again.

    Though I have things

    That I need to do,

    My brain again slides

    Into cyberspace,

    Lost in the fog

    That seems to be

    All that I

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