Tag Archives: poetry

Getting Up Again

when I am broken, I remember what wholeness is…

Finding Morning

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Hello, Morning its been a while since

you and I sat down -to share a hug or a smile.

these days don’t come easy, there’s been lots of soul-washing -feelings,

feels like latter rain of latter days

cloud gatherings that tell me how God dips my coffee-made soul deep down in honey

then I’m not alone and the bees are there to pollinate my tears into honeycombs

that tells me all my fears have drawn to the surface something that’s always been eroding

and finally when there’s nothing left to save

my soul and I find morning

kindness sister

One Hundred and Twenty Versions Of My Come Back Stance :

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I knew I still had some come back left in me,

I wanna be off the radar doing good

so good for the first time in a long time my socks match

with the those pink and green toes in the morning

doing so good, I’d wake up satisfied in

my own black coffee- they’d be singing folktales to me

hold my smile in the middle of adversity

braid my hair in milk and honey

with a splash of turmeric and cardamom

because there’s nothing better than that

golden life flowing, down on the inside

being the best of me

reaching for the rest of me

…~kindness sister

In the Ring Of Isolation: I Got Crazy-Stupid faith: Aka: I keep Getting Up

When sadness comes for me

I’ll be dancing my way in poetry

down bean pods in limbo, breaking my awkward pause

to feel the thud, to crawl when I can’t walk

sling, by sling, thump by thump

I’m alive

wrestling madness private eye ,

my swing is stupid,

my right hook, even I didn’t see it coming

I wade in stillness,

I wade in crazy-stupid faith

I wade and breathe in the music,

hold-up the cotton- candy sky

mint and saffron in all my daze

teleport sadness, inside

drizzle refreshing, dash, pip, bop and blow

ring the bell, shake and shake

I’m ready this time.

~Kindness

Chipping At The Window Of Goodbye: NaPoWriMo

(me -Krissy as a kid- gotta get back to my 3rd grade stories one of these days, photo taken in 1989)

I wanna live like love’s never dying

never saying goodbye, see ya later or next time, for now our goodbye’s are getting cold

there’s a lake camping out on my eyelids – east winds, blowing

southbound and strong, I remember the smell of old writings,

I remember fear eating away at the day -we’d say goodbye,

I’m still looking for the sun in Indiana

still growing-up to be a grow up – one of these ole’ days

still love to taste dark cherries of summer

still love to daze into the dawn of the open-sun

still love to feel small against river’s rapid drums

and know home-home is never done.

kindness sister Krissy…(one day at a time)

Resurrected Hope — praypower4today

[Note: The following is a collaboration between Krissy Mosley of Visionarie Kindness and Lori Strawn of Praypower4Today. Krissy’s words are in bold; Lori’s in regular type.] In the deep dark depths where lost things go Outside, at the bottom of ourselves three steps down before the sidewalk begins where the heartbeats are faster against the […]

Resurrected Hope — praypower4today

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