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at times i feel invisible an then i recognize the power of things not seen and move through the world in peace and stillness
she wrapped all the poems selected, rejected, neglected, hectic & suspected, neatly tucked them into her grandma’s off brown more tan now, with yellow faded lines, incased somewhere -spotty,
on a greyhound bus, out of time, south bound & somehow grandma’s doubled stuff , double dipped /fried chicken with red kidney gravy & biscuits & to this day no one knows the whole recipe
but my tongue remembers cornflakes, instead of flour, goat milk instead of buttermilk, smoked paprika, no eggs, hot sizzling left- over-grease, sitting a aluminum coffee- can,
grandma’s veins deeply warm, corn rolling-oats, hard like her father but her soul is soft like her mother.
~ your poet Krissy Mosley ©2022
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My candle would not burn, unless i turned it upside down. Or sideways, any-which-way but standard.
Lay me, down on my side, and if my flame is combustible . My wick is ajar my petals will creek.
Yet I’m not out of flame. Cider & Warm Spices, I give because you did not toss me aside. I give, because what is love, unless it’s given away? And what is love unless it bleeds? A heavy love of surrender- of- things, giving itself back to me.
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I am reminded to sit in the presence of God,
as the presence of God abides in the each of us ~ with Love
your
Poet Krissy
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Poet Krissy Mosley 1) believe in miracles
2) Trust your instincts
3) Launch Out Into the deep
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Poet/Writer Krissy Mosley -
Poet Krissy Mosley She is a black gypsy
her law is love
it is the fruit of her lips
and when she gives
she gives out of her belly
ancient waters – running(s)
of wisdom from purgatory
of lost soul- she loves to find
binding the ashes together
binding the smoke and flame
shadows of all shades
shadows of days – in lonely
shadows of nights – in longing
shadows of scratching and surviving
and when she gives the trees bow at her offerings
the sky breathe(s) – fresh winds in her direction
seedlings jump into germination
conjuring up the power of connection
the power of affection
the power – a simple touch
to heal lost souls like mine~ Krissy Mosley
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Today is the day I will be taking some time away
to reflect,
to pray,
to live.
to smile,
to be well,
be back soon…..
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it will take everything
to watch my soul drift
like a fountain –
setting sail for the first time….
Poet Krissy Mosely
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I’m right where I’m supposed to be and this is what freedom feels like
Krissy Mosley Ministries 