Thursday, May 12, 2011

Thursday Has Hurried To Get Here Again.. It Sure Looks Like Rain..

" Never insult an alligator until after you have crossed the river."
- Cordell Hull

"The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness."
- Honoré de Balzac

"Artists — musicians, painters, writers, poets, always seem to have had the most accurate perception
of what is really going on around them, not the official version or the popular perception of contemporary life." - Billy Joel


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Project 365- A photo Every day!













Three of my Best Friends...




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Acrostic Only- Acrostic Haiku- Ire

Ire

infuriating
resourcefully revengeful
exasperation

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
5-4-2011


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We Write Poems- Prompt #53- write a Cento Poem

Write a Cento poem.. a poem comprised entirely of selected lines from another poet,
gathered and arranged into a new poem.
Lines chosen from "Searching For You".. By Ulrich Schaffer


Silently Searching

as I sink into myself
silence surrounds me

I become light
I know that which is gone

I will not dream
I am overcome by my shadow

I want to withdraw
to think and wait

I see my dark side
stillness replaces motion

a home for my brokenness
I am still here

in spite of myself
I am hollow but filled with hope

I am not afraid
when I face my solitude

I am a child of God
I am free....

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
5-11-2011

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Theme Thursday- Escape
Escape

blinding addictin
locks my pen to blank pages
freedom floods my soul

seasons change quickly
forbidden poison creeps in
brandishing hatred

letters and words drip
escaping my souls dark depths
today no one dies

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
5-12-2011


Writer's Island- season
Three Word Wednesday- brandish- forbid- manage-
Sensational Haiku Wednesday- addiction
Haiku Heights- poison
Weekend Wordsmith- lock

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I am out of sorts and angry with my computer .. somehow it ate a whole slew of my photo's..  again.. I love photo's and am always scanning borrowed ones from anyone who will loan me some.. I save those on  flash drives.. today my computer told me that the drive containing all of my childrens photo's was empty..  BLANK.. I tried it in every computer we own.. they all told me the same sad story.. BLANK.. EMPTY.. I wanted to scream but since my best friend/dear husband was sleeping I had to be content with cursing the computer out silently..  I can't imagine scanning all of these photo's again.. I know what I will be doing for months and months..

Thanks for stopping by my blog today.. I welcome both comments and followers..
Have a wonderful day!
Patsy

5 comments:

mindlovemisery said...

Such deep and beautiful poems. I really love your Cento poem.

Judith C Evans said...

A well-written description of the drive to write. I especially loike the last line.

Fear Not the Darkness but What lies Within said...

sorry to hear that as someone who had to rewrite heir computer to fix it today i feel really bad that you lost your pics and other stuff.Why does this happen?

Promising Poets Parking Lot said...

you have combined so many prompts.

amazing piece.

Promising Poets Parking Lot said...

love your poetry talent here,

inviting you to join Poets Rally by submitting a poem, any poem is welcome.


hope to see you in.
keep entertaining!
You Rock!