Category Archives: Poetry

Day24 #WritingMyselfWhole: If Nothing Else I’m Still Here

I almost didn’t write today. I almost allowed my distractions to get the best of me. I almost felt like giving up was the answer. However giving up is never the answer.  So I came back to the page. I came back to the place of hope. I came back to try again. I came back to say, I’m still here. I’m still writing. I’m still trying.

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In the words of Toni Morrison “Freeing yourself was one thing claiming ownership of the freed self was another.” If nothing else I claim myself worthy of being free. I claim myself worthy to come again and again to the page.

Day19 #WritingMyselfWhole: Bleeding Out Prayers in Poetry

my digital art ~ by the Author

As the morning moves the blues clean into hiding
and my tears have prayed me- even before I did
Marvin Gaye’s words prove to be the latest gospel
“oh mercy, mercy me, things ain’t what they used to be”

The soul of America, has a hole where there used to be a heartbeat
the heartbeat of souls slowly dripping over yonder-
the blood of worshipers’, the blood of grocery store shoppers’ ,
the blood of morning commuters’, the blood of protesters’,

the blood that gives me strength, blood that holds whole families together
the blood of day to day, and their blood still cries out from the ground

this is the ache of darkness we are forced to sit with it,
the ache we can’t swallow, because our throats are hard like stone,

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so I must tell you, as I must tell myself,
don’t hold your breath
don’t hold back the tears that follow
don’t cut the black bird’s song
in mere and morrow

let the song bleed you
let this prayer, pray you
let these words hug you tightly
til you do

Poet Krissy Mosley

Day18 #WritingMyselfWhole: Gospel of Rain Part 2

when rain speaks she has no shallow dexterity
she holds the bosom of skies in peaceful mothering’s
broken drops of purpose, going back before the days of moses,

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she smells familiar, like the beginning,
a leaping exodus, barring wide -stirrings

billows, openings and moaning’s to songs of mercy
ditty-breaks, of breathing rain,
heaving -heavy her chorus, of holy wonder,
dimensions and multitudes will look upon her…
she is poet, and prophet,
falling with the sunrise, and rising with the
night sky.

Poet Krissy Mosley 2022

Day17 #WritingMyselfWhole: Brings Good Feelings List💙💙💜

from my Home Garden/Hydroponic Milk cartoon so proud

A List of things that bring good feelings:

1) Working in my garden, I have two strawberries growing from my milk carton hydroponic …

2) Staying in touch with friends and family 

3) Enjoying the journey, relishing the small steps 

4)Doing things without judgment or self criticism

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5) Keep going, you got this…  

6) Take the gentle reminders, nothing wrong with that

7) Giving Self Hugs -trust your worth it

I’ll continue the journey because of this understanding. Being in the journey: relishing in the good times,  the rejection times, the times of uncertainty, in the times where I feel limited, in the times when the limitations come off. 

I’m finally  to the point where I can, feel good about the process. Not so focused on -what I can accomplish. More so, allowing the peaceful mindset of no matter what happens to be the center.  And no matter what comes, stay in the center. Make peace with it. ….💙

Day16 #WritingMyselfWhole: In Prayers of Kindness

Sometimes life can be hard. Even to just breathe continuously without interruptions. There’s always something that takes my breath away. And then I tell myself. Hey! You’re the one holding -breathe girl. Breathe.

I like to think today is a good today to help somebody. Today is a good day to be kind. Today is a good day to  just be me. Today is a good day to enjoy the journey, not wanting anything, just enjoying everything.

photo of me in digital art form

I remember praying for my mother’s healing and now with her on the other side. Mama I want you know, I never stopped praying…I pray for the shooting in Buffalo N.Y. I pray for senseless wars everywhere. I pray for my fellow bloggers and those who I meet. I pray because I need to feel God. I pray that God feels me. I pray when I take my last breath, the world will be better, because I was a vessel of kindness. I pray I was joy in somebody’s sadness. I pray I was light in the oil of sorrow. I pray I was the beauty of gladness in hard times. I pray I was there to give, to give healing and put a dent in somebody’s suffering. This is what I pray Amen.

#Day15 #WritingMyselfWhole Virtues of Surrender Part 2 (continued)

where there is surrender, there is a greater reveal of spirit,
where there is virtue -yielding, there is the awakening,
where there is a waving of both hands, there is readiness,
where there is emptying out, there is a changing of old guard,
where there is a for- giving- and giving of itself is a sweet release,
and where there is a sweet -release there is walking home,
carrying out its own transmission of burdensome -ghastly- fears,
this is the getty in the journey,
yearning, un-learning grieving in the meaning,
of surrender.