Dear Ancestors, thank you for being answered prayers of the sunset/ you red-yearning,/ you-sky-body/
you pour libation like burning tea leaves in honor of my release
how far we have come, like ocean-body -souls, swirling, names of the elders
my mother’s mother, her mother’s mother, our elder’s mother, in other words their sugar coated stripes, their heavy laden tears , their transmissions – I pray you- as they entered the other side. your Poet Krissy Mosley©2023
I’ve been off the scene for a while working in service to the healing arts. Cheers to all of us who are committed as agents , agents of healing, agents of home & most of all, agents of love.
I wrote this short e- chapbook of poetry as a way to love myself back to myself.
Despite the obstacles I’ve faced: being a poet, mother, lover of the simple things in life.
Here I am God, listening.. (book translates to about 3.00 dollars U.S. currency https://www.store.bookleafpub.com/product-page/how-to-write-poetry-heal-commune-and-repeat
your Poet Krissy Mosley
A joy that maintains my spirit, and sustains my peace , that satisfies my soul ,with a joy of fatness, tickling those funny bones, deep down …
the wells , bursting out, with a fresh baby moment, of awe struck, child like wonder, gladness in sunset, gratitude in the day reset , i never shall forget
this joy is holy,
my joy is magnitudes attracting
joy ,
joy ,
joy,
your poet Krissy
Come home/ awaken-awaken dear ancestor, we miss you. Oh how we pray for you, oh how we wanted you to dance in the ways of your cider and be taken aback/ by the deep -deep freedom lying in your bones, and your bones will whisper over and over to you
Dear Ancestors, spirit, you are the storyteller of vibrancy that has awakened. A holy love/ I am moved by you. In this moment you have awakened, my ancestor that was always you.
I pray that you believe in you today. I pray your soul opens, to the tiny threads that lifts you, and calls your soul close… your poet Krissy to be continued all rights reserved 2023
when i think of all of the ways of i could have given up,
i could have told the world goodbye,
somehow i survived, the wayward June-bugs hopping into hopelessness,
somehow i mounted up the courage to face days i possibly didn’t love me,
i don’t know how , i made it, but
i did~ your Poet Krissy
Leaping with fresh waters, listening to the invisible, mystical, whimsical, music in my head ~your Poet Krissy
Dreams are miracles too… Never too late, never too old, Never say Never
I’m dreaming…
In the beginning, I see myself taking a stroll on the beach. My family is with me. The day is partly cloudy, partly sunny. There is a nice gentle breeze in the air. I feel it flowing through my hair.
I look to my left and to my right. I ask my family the big question, are we ready for the Grand Opening?
My beautiful kids nod in agreement. Soon we enter the place of Books &Being Sanctuary. My kids cut the beautiful red ribbons.
There is applause in the background ground. Cheers, and laughter fill the atmosphere. As we enter I see the climbing moss covering trellis. The luscious green blooming -flowers.
Inside there are books on the shelves. Art is in session. There is meditation. There is pottery classes, and painting, poetry workshops, and so much more.
I see myself leading poetry and prayer. I see myself dancing…
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it’s been a couple of rains since I’ve last sat down, next to my soul, like wet, weary, weathered hangers, rotted bones out on the clothes lines of otherness parts of me, consuming endurance like wicker rockers, missing upper teeth , gummy – out washing my words, like smiles, all smiled out, they greet me under the sunny haze on a Saturday night as dark crystal moon sitting, telling, gambling’s of my future, come home they say, relax they say, relish and be, for the sake of being your Poet Krissy Mosley all rights reserved 2023
I know its’ Poetry Month,
but i’m feeling,
stuck. trying to write.
round and round.
not fast. not slow.
P.S. Sorry I’ve not responded to any comments… (I hope to soon get my mojo back)
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