Guide our steps
that we may learn
how to love
and love deeply ~
Poet Krissy Mosley
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Flying high or flying low- still requires you to get off the ground…
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She breaks open her morning doors’
as I stand before the communal- floors
coded behind the windows of my soul
the eyes of secret life…~ Poet Krissy Mosley 2022
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The Artist,
searches the waters of the soul,
revelations to reveal…
Krissy Mosley 2022
Drawings from my Interfaith Journal , 2021-2022
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are smiles like flowers
they’ll open -soft petals to you
hinty whiffs of lavender and dandelions
to pick them clean off the bone
relax the creaks of muscles
stiff and achy joints
relieve the croaky moans
sending signals across the body-verse
sigh of great relief, like a raisin born in the sun
shushing, quietly into borders
shushing away, worries of the day
so if you should sit a tiny bit,
and feel its gentle power,
I pray, your smile will contain,
a glow of beauty for the soul,
a gleaming light of peace
luminous and grand,
morning in the heart,
until nothing can resist
this garden of smiles
I pray.😊
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Poetry Written and Spoken by Krissy Mosley 2022 -
My little heart is full of joy as I woke to all of these beautiful poets cheering me on in today’s feature on https://www.napowrimo.net/ Never in a million year’s did I think I’d hit the floor like that! Thank you so much, I’m honored and humbled to be with all of the poets . Okay on with today’s poem….
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of my own head,
taste the sounds of stillness,
sit beside my own bed, as quiet streams,
melt away the frays of infirmity,
breathe that first breath of daylight,
fires that spark, that quake,
spindle, loom
aching in the dark,
burning candles at both ends,
flame, steam, huffs-
puffs of purpose
the sum total,
breathing,
where the
quiet bends.
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Photo by Artem Saranin on Pexels.com All night long I sat up listening to the sky
breaking herself into the day
clapping,moans, and thunderous -bay
causing me to wake, I stood outside
about half- a while,
listening to the sky pray.
eeking,and sinking heavy
emanations abundantly -full
smiling-rain,
fragrantly , she smelled like roses
picked after -thorns,
she smelled familiar like I knew her,
rain has descendants – tribal lessons on-the-go
on sidewalks you dare not be a child at heart and pass
concrete puddles, splashing into the green-glass,
beatitudes of leaks to bless your home,
of wet wood, and floors to drip
O’ you thirsty soul
you will sing -showers of blessings
even me, let some drops now fall on me
Poet Krissy Mosley 2022
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