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Dream Drips
Dream Drips
Dream Drips
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Dream Drips

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A volume of poetry written by a half mad poet, Patricia Harris. Dreams in written form. 

LanguageEnglish
Release dateMay 15, 2019
ISBN9781393852681
Dream Drips
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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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    Dream Drips - Patricia Harris

    By Patricia Harris

    ©2019 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.

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    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.

    Staring out

    Into the past that

    I cannot fight....

    Holding eternity

    In my hands.

    I hold the letter

    Unread,

    As I am afraid

    That it will end me

    With reality.

    Dear Jane,

    Didn’t you know,

    He has moved on

    Anyhow.

    Staring at the page,

    Still blank.

    That clock mocks

    My productivity.

    Deadline looms,

    Fighting that block.

    Needing to find

    The happy place

    Deep within my mind.

    Productivity a blade,

    Cutting away slices

    Of my precious time.

    Though it took

    Near thirty years,

    Childhood trauma

    Is but a memory.

    The resulting adulthood

    Has taught me to speak,

    And for my truth I stood.

    For the me that I forged

    In pain and

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