I Am More Than Breath and Bone: Essence – Lynn White

Lynn White – awaiting discovery

Brave & Reckless

You have to dig deep
to discover
the source of my breath
and the solids lying inside and outside
the frame of my bones.
You see
I am more than the sum of my parts,
more than the breeze of my vapours
and what lies beneath is more fluid
than fluid,
more difficult to grasp than my exhalations.
The essence of me is hidden by them.
I am more than breath and bone,
so much more.
But my essence lies there somewhere
waiting to be discovered.

Bio: Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. She was shortlisted in the Theatre Cloud ‘War Poetry for Today’ competition and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and a Rhysling Award. Her…

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Sharing Our Truths: An unequal fight – Punam

Punam – Facing the invader

Brave & Reckless

The scope of my glorious independence
now confined within four walls
alone and isolated
masked and frightened
I stare into oblivion
reflecting on the hands I shook,
the meetings attended
and the crowded commute
Alone and distant from all now
if only I had kept my distance then!
I now fear for the loved ones
regretting the hugs I shared with them
The question that bothers me most is
“How do we stay focused
when the world around us
is falling apart?”
I can feel the mask of sangfroid slip perilously
into the raging waters of uncertainty
but I will not get mired
in the quagmire self-pity
I will survive and rise
wiser and more determined
Alone I may be in this fight
against an invisible, faceless, wee invader
arising out of nowhere
but maybe, just maybe
having faced the worst
the best will triumph eventually!

Punam is a stay…

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The Coming GOP Dystopia

Calico Jack – Plague has its uses

The Psy of Life

The GOP dystopia is taking shape. The insider trading to make a killing in the stock market, the biding wars on medical supplies to drive up profits, the urging of older adults to literally die to allow the economy to re-open sooner, the further assault on choice to keep the moralizing moralists happy, the continued assault on the ACA to keep the medical industry profits flowing, and the Repube COVID19 bailout of corporations show you all you need to know about what life will be like once we are living in the GOP dystopia: corporations and profits over the needs of people.

The latest detail came by way of SCOTUS taking a straight party vote not to delay voting in Wisconsin so the Repubes could cement their gerrymandered advantages. So, suit up boys and girls we’re going to preview the horror…

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Sharing Our Truths: The truth – a.d.matthias

a.d.matthias – in extremis veritas

Brave & Reckless

The truth is…
Very little has changed day to day; they are still empty, the rooms are still empty, the soul is still empty; alone in a home, no bother for even light, save what pierces the tightly shuttered blinds, preoccupied in the darkness by a broken record, and the aged dust that collects on the needle
The truth is not…
An easy companion who proffers preferences, unless to the easily fooled; to some, it is as plain as the empty day, and the beseech of a noose’s fray; to many, it is a remontant rose, that comes and goes with each fickle palate; in the end, in defiance of one’s own sanity, it can be the sole impossibility
As the heroes rise with the death toll, and the helpless are dismembered by avarice, and the incompetence of those elected once again eclipses their hitherto very worst, maybe a…

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Christine Ray – A dance partner, never unready

Brave & Reckless

I have been dancing
with shame today
it is not clear
which of us
is leading
the dance
a tango
both of us
for dominance
steps staccato
on a polished
rose in shame’s mouth
of course
I wear
virginal white
in tribute to innocence lost
so hard to remove the
blood stains
shame and I
intimate partners
have twirled ’round
this dance floor
a time or two
shame is nothing
if not persistent
a stubborn suitor
who does not
easily accept ‘no’
as an answer
shame wants to dip me
into the fountain of self-doubt
quivering insecurity
I resist this advance
shame whispers into my ear
almost seductively
unclean. . .
unworthy. . .
unlovable. . .
broken. . .

black pearls
carefully knotted
on razor wire
I maintain eye contact
will myself unflinching
I can play
this game
of chicken too

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April Links

Pattimouse Links


Books I was involved in Editing /publishing:

Under the Mists:

Faery Footprints

My main links :
Come see me on Patreon (http://www.patreon.com/pattimouse)

my author page on Amazon

My storenvy store

My Facebook page

My books:

A Pocketful of Poetry



<Everywhere Else>

Creative Juices



<Everywhere Else>

word play


<Paperback> http://www.amazon.com/Word-Play-Patricia-Lynn-Harris/dp/1519794983/ref=la_B012U5ZRD2_1_6_twi_pap_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1451694114&sr=1-6

<Everywhere Else>

Sacks of Wit



<Everywhere Else>

Pip the Pup



Bedtime Tales I:
The Teddy Bear Picnic



Bedtime Tales II: The Princess Lost



Life Drops


<Paperback >

<Everywhere Else>

Wayward Dreams



<Everywhere Else>

Prompted Prose


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Why I have to play catch up here

Pattimouse – A friend in need


I missed two days. I was supposed to be posting something poetry related and then Saturday was also supposed to see the link post. My boyfriend was called to assist with a friends hot water tank. I went with. We spent two days fixing the tank (see here replacing). Her home is sweet and inherited…. Including the fact that it was built by her grandfather. A lot of slapped together with duct tape, hope, and just prayer. So replacing the tank took a lot of cuss words and more than a little sweat.

That being said, I don’t want to do three more posts… I will make sure that the link post goes up. I may do a couple of exra posts through the week to make up to y’all

I have been struggling this year to keep up. I know that many of you are as well. Thank you…

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HASTY – Beware the potholes.


This road has been traveled

For what was once smooth

Is now broken and graveled

It’s the way of roads ya know

They get used and neglected

And they pass without notice

Until the ridges turn to cracks

And the cracks into holes

Then before anyone is the wiser

The road becomes dangerous

And we run to post warnings

And we rush to fill cracks

And we scramble to fill holes

But this road isn’t the same

Its foundation is damaged

We can’t afford to build new

So we shrug and we say

“Travel at your own risk”

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Quarantine drive.

LuckyOtter – Driving away the quarantine blues

Lucky Otters Haven

It’s easy to get bored during quarantine.  One thing that doesn’t put myself or anyone else at risk of becoming ill, but gets me out of the house is driving.  As long as I don’t get out of the car, and make the drive the destination in itself, all is good.

Driving along I-26 eastbound into upstate South Carolina during lockdown was strange to say the least.   Neon signs overhead telling me to “STAY HOME” and hardly any cars out on the road, in spite of the glorious spring weather.   I rolled down my windows and let the wind whip my hair around, and turned the hard rock station all the way up, and just took in the view.  I had to be careful not to speed, something I tend to do whenever I listen to music while I’m driving.

Since the purpose of the drive was relaxation (and boredom…

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I Am More Than Breath and Bone: I Am More – Bob Wertzler

My response to the “I am more than breath and bone” challenge.

Brave & Reckless

Oh, yes, we are more than breath and bone
The breath and bone
The blood and flesh
The teeming microbes that inhabit us
The helical strands that shape it all
What are these but the pages and binding
Of a tome of stories
Stories as new as these fingers on keys
Stories ancient as the first stirring of life on Earth
Stories of love and loss
Stories of deeds and misdeeds
Stories of chances taken and opportunities missed
Stories of health and illness
The breath and bone are the what of us
The stories are the who and the how of us
Only a tiny fraction will ever be written
Written into books and letters and silicon memories
Told or sung to lovers, friends, enemies, and publics
And when that breath shall cease, that bone dissolve
Some few of those stories will live on in others
Becoming the only sure…

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