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Freedom Friday: Adjusting Mindset

Poet/Writer Krissy Mosley

Poem: My Life, My Love , My All

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

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.

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

Goodbye #NaPoWriMo Hello: Writing Myself Whole: aka: There Will Always Be Poetry!

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After 30 days of writing poetry. I feel strong. I feel like I could take the bull by its’ horns. I’d never do that of course! Although, putting words down on the page might be something I can once again, just suck -it -up -and -do. I mean, there are times I’ve made excuses for not coming- here, to the page. Times where you just have to put a pin in it. Come back and try another day. 

For the first time, in quite a few years, I’ve had a 30 day streak on word-press. Mentally I think, I’m in a better place to write. As I make several attempts to get outside my head. Which many of my poems are about. It’s’ the darndest thing, all that crying, weeping, and leakage that came to sit with me. I tell you I had no idea, I hadn’t unboxed those boxes. All of those tears saved my life.

As I look back, and move forward all in one fell swoop,

The challenges between writing and the kids is really the writing part…. 

Some things you didn’t know behind the scenes, yesterday, I also celebrated my 100th day of eating clean to the best of my ability. I’m on the journey to better health. So these last hundred days , of no chips, no coffee, no pounds of sugar added anywhere. And what do you know? I feel better. My sugar cravings are at an all time low. Even as my kids passed around chocolate cake. I didn’t ask how it was. Even to live off of their taste-buds and get that sugar-whiff -high. Whew! Right then and there, I walked out of the kitchen, like a 7 foot tall amazon- beauty.

 Yes! Here’s to another milestone. Coupled with eating right, I put in the work of exercising 10-30 minutes each morning, even with all that poetry, and more poetry, I got up and kicked my own butt, no gym membership I’m done with being robbed. I never made those meetings. However this time, 100 days eating clean, to the best of my ability, 100 days of exercise that’s including 2 rest days each weekend. 

Along with my regular appointed schedule of working for my home -church, kids  activities, checking on my neighbors, family and friends. At the end of the day I would be so tired. Writing poems at the crack of dawn, writing poems on lunch hour – unable to post until 8 or 9pm. Writing poems in the car, poems in the garden, poems during thunderstorms -lights flickering.

Oh that’s not to say, I didn’t have my moments, like take the day off. Been there, done that! Returned too many  T- shirts!  I had to sing my way out of that funky-feeling. Write my way out of my own blues. Lean into moments of quietness, and tune into-silence. And there would be my poem of day ,

chirping softly on the windowsill,

lightly tapping on my coat strings 

sweeping beats of tranquility

 a deeper essence to know quietness 

understand the low-less-hum,

feel in the moment, 

I’m breathing in, 

I put aside my restlessness, 

breathing out, this is the prayer, I pray.  

breathing in , I crave this path of peace,

breathing out, this is all I must do, 

breathing in, this is all I must do.

and breathe,

 and breathe,

Poet Krissy Mosley 2022

Weeping Warriors: Day30 #NaPoWriMo

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My deepest desire, to sit inside 

a single teardrop, to know the deepest thing from tears

manna from heaven, to fall inside,

witness the chime and bell. A tall tale of woes,

 mewling, cooing, bursting little things

 have you ever cried over a box of chocolates 

have you ever put your best foot forward, 

have you ever had a silent scream,

ball up inside fetus position,   

returned -incarnations,- it be-

 rain from my own soul, nana’s scent, 

mascara running, leading a midnight of

stars, tangent pearls of rivers streaming

right in my own front yard. And just when you thought 

you were finished, an army of one, made you surrender, wave the 

white flag, shimmed you- upside down, say its’ name, 

I’m crying, and I’m proud.

Poet Krissy Mosley

Poet Krissy Mosley 2022

Gift of Garden Smiles Day 29 #NaPoWriMo

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In its’ most gentle power

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.😊

Poet Krissy Mosley 2022