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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

Glory Clouds: Day26 #NaPoWriMo

My little heart is full of joy as I woke to all of these beautiful poets cheering me on in today’s feature on https://www.napowrimo.net/ Never in a million year’s did I think I’d hit the floor like that! Thank you so much, I’m honored and humbled to be with all of the poets . Okay on with today’s poem….

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if I should be so bold to make it out 

of my own head, 

taste the sounds of stillness,

sit beside my own bed, as quiet streams, 

melt away the frays  of infirmity, 

breathe that first breath of daylight,

fires that spark, that quake, 

spindle,  loom 

aching in  the dark,

burning candles at both ends,

flame, steam, huffs-

puffs of purpose 

the sum total,


where the 

quiet bends.

Poet Krissy Mosley 2022

Gospel Of Rain #NaPoWriMo Day 25

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All night long I sat up listening to the sky 

breaking herself into the day 

clapping,moans, and thunderous -bay

causing me to wake, I stood outside 

about half- a while,

listening to the sky pray. 

eeking,and sinking heavy 

emanations abundantly -full


fragrantly , she smelled like roses 

picked after -thorns,

she smelled familiar like I knew her,

rain has descendants – tribal lessons on-the-go

on sidewalks you dare not be a child at heart and pass 

concrete puddles, splashing into the green-glass, 

beatitudes of leaks to bless your home, 

of wet wood, and floors to drip

O’ you thirsty soul 

you will sing -showers of blessings 

even me, let some drops now fall on me

Poet Krissy Mosley 2022

Painting the Sky with Poets: #NaPoWriMo Day 24

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In April I become as soft as rain 

trusting the distance in landing 

if every day was Sunday then I’d

paint the sky with the poets 

awaken, Amiri Baraka, and give us your chisel edge stroke “Who blew up America” 

awake, Gil Scott Heron, sideleaf brush as common folk “Living in the Bottle”

awaken, Phillis Wheatley, a fine stroke of transparency 

 “remember christan, Negroes Black as Cain

 May be refin’d and join th’angelic train”

awake, awake, get up  Mary Oliver “tell me what it is, 

you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?”

oh I could go on & live in sky-meetings  as words themselves,

 where the dead poets paint my world brand 



my sky would run -red with love 

as love is.. 

Poet Krissy Mosley

To My Grieving Friends: #NaPoWriMo Day23

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Can I help stretch a smile across your face 

relieve a tiny spec of stress in any place

can I give you hug, a taste of gladness 

hidden-treasures throughout the madness,  

even if the tears must run,

 let them drop the dew, 

of the you -you are becoming…

and after that spit -fire 

slay dragons in their sleep

even the world can’t see you coming

A hidden-reprieve  

to pardon the weary spirit 

and put your soul at ease 

sooner than later 

we’ll exchange our holes of grief 

fletch us some sunshine

P.S. I’m here for you, until it passes 

your weeping warrior💜

Poet Krissy Mosley 2022

My Body is the Temple: aka Holy Ground Day22 #NaPoWriMo Happy Earth Day

by me

To pray you in the morning

as you reach the highest you 

blue moons make magic awakenings 

so rare, it only finds -you 

at the moment of your whole self 

anchored in the sweetest surprise of the gifts 

that you are breathing in the sparkling fleet of angels 

that ride, to carry into 

God aspirations, breathing out -your soul is prosperous 

and the bluebird sings her prayers in agreement

in answered prayers fields that moment you begin to pray

the prayer is heard, God thinking good- God thoughts about you

salt of the earth, a sound of many oceans, skipping out into the ethers’   

leaping joy -glory- bearing-joy, the burning bush, is always with you 

is always who you are,

so take off your shoes, you are

 holy ground,

holy ground.

you are.

Poet Krissy Mosley 2022

Bones of the Poem: Day21 #NaPoWriMo

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Let this poem, be the poem that finally 

swallows my ego, 

where i have died a thousand and one 

deaths, only to die again tomorrow, 

Let this poem be the blade of judgment, 

and bring back a compassionate plea,

blessed be the ointment of my soul, 

and I will know how it feels to feel, 

tears falling like monsoons out of season,

and I will know how it feels to feel, 

broken like the alabaster box at the feet of Jesus, 

and I will know how it feels to feel  alive, 

like the woman with the issued of blood,

twelve long years bleeding out

this single prayer,

and I will know this prayer sits at

 the door, patiently waiting for me,  

to come

home. Poet Krissy Mosley video created and spoken by me

Symphony of Trees Day 20 #NaPoWriMo

Beauty of uncertainty, 

I am the one that is changing, 

gathering in  paper-poems, 

the world is held together 

falling apart in sunsets 

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trees bemoan their creaking 

bowing branches are drummers 

of the sky. What’s breathing me ?

The Tree and I  are  entities of the same 

The tree is aware of me, and I silence myself,

in company. 

dare to breathe,  I say, tree winds knocking on my soul 

dare to synchronize deep magic of leaf 

dare to utter oak prayers in the park or in the pew

bless now I pray,  the tree and I never stop ,never do

like hungry perspiration

in the spring, 

rings of mysteries, 

ancestral interceding’s, 


the tree has become my teacher 

and I the ever-eager student.

Poet Krissy Mosley 2022