In
the
crushing
of life,
I
am …
Forgiving
the
many
versions
of
me
your Poet Krissy Mosley
In
the
crushing
of life,
I
am …
Forgiving
the
many
versions
of
me
your Poet Krissy Mosley
I’m ready to begin,
ready to ignite,
ready to disconnect,
ready to write.
It takes a while until those tears marinade the meat and bones.
The leaves have crumbled into winter and winter has fallen
bitter- below freezing, icy- storms trembling,
some think last days,
some remain unbothered
some are concerned with climate change
I think Maya Angelou “Nobody but nobody can make it out here alone”
I think Emily Dickinson “I could not stop for death”
I think Gwedolyn Brooks “I do not want fire screaming up the sky families killed in their doorways”
I think Ladan Osman “I watched the three legged cat grieve you, head in his paws”
I think of me the darkness inside & I’m not dead yet
_____________your poet Krissy Mosley__________________________
This book reminded me of Marianne Williamson Book “A Return To Love” Both authors address social, internal, and external issues of love.
This is so needed around the Globe. I imagine a time, where our society can become fixed on loving to life and not loving to death. In other words we need love. Love knows how to set the world right. It’s the only thing that heals, restores, and gives us hope. That is Love ~your poet Krissy Mosley
Black Girl Unlimited by Echo Brown
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Wow! What can I say about this book? The author gives you slang/ that if you are not familiar with, you may easily write it off. However the language of African Americans who speak broken English, because English is an adaption of codes, and words spoken in our community. The author displays quite well the position of African American life.
The betterment of what education can do. The struggles of living between two worlds. The plight of being a dark skinned Black Woman. Those who desire not to be boxed in. Effortlessly Echo Brown’s words hit me, stay “lifted, and spirited”. This book had me in my feelings. I’m saddened to have learned of the book, after her passing.
Now I believe, more than ever before in Unlimited-ability. I won’t spoil it for you. I’ll just say, It’s inside us all waiting, and singing its tune. If we are listening. In the words of a great leader, “you must be like a woman with your hair on fire, searching for a lake”~Dr. Michael Beckwith
A very harrowing story. Beautifully told. This book has inspired me. “To be that woman. Whose hair is on fire searching for a lake”. And if you can’t understand what I’m saying, just read the book and see for yourself.
To Echo Brown: May you rest well. Your words, your stories, your books live on. Forever in our hearts. Well Done.
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Okay I’ve been off the scene for a while. Some days, writing doesn’t come easy. And I’m learning from my failures.
I’m embracing the true art of falling. The art of getting back up, to try again. And when that fails, try again.
There’s art here: when I can laugh at myself. For my mistakes. When I can see the rejection letters from my writing. It’s not -rejection of me, its recognition of the areas of progress, places where I am striving.
So I’m dusting myself off. Listening to the the spin cycle, the sounds of running water, breaking away from the old.
Embracing the falls,
the spins, every
bit of the journey. your Poet Krissy Mosley
Outside two sidewalks over, I never see the butterflies across the street star- lighted wing-dancers flopping from tree to tree, and their limbs are delicate as paper is to poetry.
Poetry for me is a way of releasing my trauma from myself. And I didn’t just want to release myself from trauma, and burden the world with more problems, seeing the world is already troubled over with aromas, a platitudes of miseries.
I wanted a way to detoxify my soul. And then fill it in with something that satisfies me. Something that provides healing, and in return , heals worlds like me.
Poetry has brought me back off of the edge of so many fallen cliffs. Poetry has given me ways of reflecting inwardly, and seeing myself fiercely, as God would see me. That I am someone, I could love again, a thousand times. And yes, I am someone worth saving. Your ~Poet Krissy Mosley
I’m keeping the fires of my pen open,
warm, and tender, while the aromas are sweltering with salt and heat
feeling all the feels/ life carries my old story far-far away…
it’s time I tell myself a new story
My prayers are as numerous as a glistening sands quietly trickling through the galaxies into time and space continuum holding the weight of grace of a buoyant light unveiling the precious memories
little whimsy things, as migrating freedom, where prayers are born
Poet Krissy Mosley
Sacred nourishment: for me, is softening, my shoulders , pressing my arms into the streamy aromas like cardamom and cinnamon
affirming: I am seated in the citadel of God’s holy love
I am divinely safe, supported, supplied, sustained, satisfied
I am surrendered to the sweet sounds of the soul, all rights reserved your Poet, Krissy Mosley ©2023
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