come on in dear soul
tip-away, the pointy shoes of your sole,
slip on these plushy comfortable(s)
let this be a great exchange, (soft note)
our bluesy screams, bend notes while fading
arrange every high-low,
if there’s still a howl in you, unintending,
swallow the breathless mountain, fill the holes
unburdened wholeheartedly
my syrupy- dreams gotta run, but sit in the note
falsetto’s gotta blow
come back tomorrow,
there will be
jazz and gladness
salt of the music
sits quietly in the moonlight
tapping into love’s distilling light
with the devotion of aroma,
all of its own,
beckoning my spirit to remember,
tender-lifts of frankincense,
and cranberry teas,
I sip at the beauty,
I embrace the awakener in me,
retrieve the roots of my soul
and hold them lightly,
dripping coils of wonder
the golden lantern
I am becoming Poet Krissy Mosley
rising in the silence,
sweeping softly
on April -winds
leaping bountifully in all that life is,
bushy-tail and wide open sky
serenade our prayer meetings
with cherry evergreens
on the wings of evening
affirming a
renewed-resurgence
I relax on the
precipice of peace
I release my need to worry
I lean into paradise
paradise leans into me
after the cross , there is glory
after the cold winter there is spring
after the weeping-waters
there is joy in the morning
Poet: Krissy Mosley2022
Whew! Day 16 Truly this has been a challenge to write everyday- hats off to all of you that do. As a mother of three kids, and so much going on. This poem took me by surprise.
After the death of my mother- its’ still very early to touch this cord. So to honor Mommy’s two year, passing- the irony of life she left here on Easter, like Jesus, she rose with the choir of angels to meet her. Love you mommy- sing on! ( I know you will)
Today I felt like I wasn’t ready to dance, but I tried it anyway.
thought I wasn’t ready to pray you into the sunset, but I had no say,
I thought I wasn’t capable of sitting still but the more I practiced
the more peace and sometimes tears ,
Sometimes laughter came to sit with me.
Though this is the anniversary of your passing
and right at the end it seems I kept asking…
Dear God, so many souls are passing
you know each warm-light by name
born-again, as you shed this mortal-tube
as we all must do.(to be continued)
Closer than the
natural eye
deeper my stillness
abides
empty out the old places
surge me a love-resurrection
a compassionate connection
the hem of our garments will meet
answered prayers to our spirits
and with nothing left to say
our spirits will moan out their affections
unburden the quest of their questions
and heal our wounded souls Poet Krissy Mosley
#NaPoWriMo
His back was as crooked as a question mark,
doctor said “the braces would straighten him right out
opening scene, “Forrest Gump” sits on a bus stop
offering his listeners a box of chocolate, as he tells his story
How green and plush everything was,
green moss, green bushes and green
trees swollen in beauty
afterall, what is destiny without
a feather flying on a flimsy? And what is
poetry without its breaking stance?
I was green like that
thought I was doing something
by writing poetry, but all along
these poems’ been writing me
all along,
straightening out my own stupidity
just as crooked as crooked can be
10,000 moments/ fat ones, skinny ones,
often loosely lopsided,
catching buses,marching off to the wars inside my head
“Run forest run”!!!! I may not have a Jenny, but momma loved me
I may not have legs to run like Forrest ,but sooner or later
these words will catch me.
Catch me a sunset
wrestle awhile with God
don’t let go, til you hollow
out – a walk for me to follow
the angels braid my hair in my dreams
cherry blossoms, floating lily pads downstream
and I take a deep breath
and breathe
and breathe
and breathe
and breath Poet Krissy Mosley 2022
Hasten me to nearest field of flowers Home of the indescribable essence of all that is good and let me roam vividly and wildly- pure untouched by rickety stops of time unbothered, each step ignites me higher the breath of stillness I am nourished by the God strokes of beauty touched warmly by the passions of lilies in the valley held in the soul of the I am, all that God made I am, timelessly-, arrayed wondrously -miraculous….
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The love of the poets is a free love
a quest so thirsty, my pen bleeds -love
blue frost is a -growing, as I leak these words across -love
a dash of heart, tickles the golden-sun,
love is liberation
love is resistance
love is the long walk home
love is tiny smile, on a tiny friend-child
love has never met a stranger
love is the great God spirit
love is a holy essence
love is everything and nothing at all
love is you. Poet Krissy Mosley https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pnZ_Mt_M_Y0
my arch enemy is nothing, without the cares of this world
suffering to suffice,
wondering, does she have the same yearning to be free?
candid grace to forgive
giving fences just mend, mind over matter
if we should gather sister’s circle
caress ,pressing pain to purpose
sage to burning
stroke gently this yearning
sit, in this body of being
nothing more than a pause
watch, the rain clouds clap loudly
undress, their pregnant mantras
even they, surrender
Poet Krissy Mosley 20222
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