Entangled Tree

One day, a tree thought

Oh what it would be

If I were to write

A story of my birthright

For the pages would come

Predestined and written

All the story would show

Upon the pages already completed

The story was written while inside the tree

All the world would discover

What the story was to be

When the pages came away to form a book

Now, the reader can delight in

Reading the story by the tree

…by Pauline Harris

Light Showing the Way

The long walk

into the woods

led us astray

we looked for

a way out

but nothing seemed

to express a solution

finally we stopped

for a moment

to rest and recoup

in our moment

of need, a light


giving us new hope

deep within

we knew to follow

it guided us to

safety and renewed hope

…by Pauline Harris


(Ubuntu=noun meaning a quality that includes the essential human virtues; compassion and humanity).


Joy is found in heartfilled gifts
No audience or applause needed here
Rewards given as deed is done
Hugs and smiles bring joyous laughter
If only displayed to God now
Omnipresent, omnipotent, always here –always knowing
Guide so merciful, loving, and grace – filled
Grateful am I to follow thee
By Pauline Harris

Dream To Sail

(Inspiration:  A child playing with a tiny sailboat in water.)


A young girl sits by
Looking into the water
Waves of joy appear
As she gazes closer
Her finger moves
The leaf boat into the water
Imagining joining in
She blows attempting
To send the leaf boat
On a journey. Setting
Sail to voyage the many
Seas along the horizon.
The destination unknown
For the adventure is
What awaits…dreaming on
By Pauline Harris

My Creation Became Real

(Inspiration:  A drawing in a book of a lady moving from the page)

One day, I was doodling
An image of the lady
Began to progress out
Of my pen onto the paper
All aspects of her proportional
Excited with my ability
To make such amazing details
I had not done these before
Exhausted, I dozed off
In my snores, I heard
The sound of footsteps
I opened my eyes
To my amazement
My lady figure moved
From the page
Into reality. She became real.

By Pauline Harris

Me Cat, Me Tiger

(The premise for this poem:  A cat painting a self-portrait and it becoming a tiger…)


Alone looking in the mirror
Gazing deep within
Searching to find
True self, only to see
An eye looking back
Strength and grace
Wisdom creating scenes
Of admiration upon
The once blank canvas
My meow is now a growl
Hear this soul roar
Such delight is now found
Glory here is divine
…by Pauline Harris

Now, At the Beach

Captivated by the sounds
Of the waves crashing
Splish, splash, and crash
Drawn into the moment
Now is here at the beach
The tiny grains of sand
Grassy patches with flowers
Tracks of birds making
Their way across the land
Another wave draws me closer
Suddenly engulfed
Taken deep within
And enjoying the swim
A wonderful day at the beach
…by Pauline Harris

Tales of Drinking To Find Self

Many had told tales
Of their drunken ways
So proud with no veil
They spoke of how happy
They were and how
Wonderful the feeling
Of being so free
Just to be themselves
For a little while
I thought it odd
How they could not
Be truly themselves
One day I decided
To give it a try
I drank this and that
Not a worry in sight
I was with some friends
And one who would drive
No drinking for him
Until we all were home again
The drinks were good
I walked kind of funny
My head was unclear
Which way was up
So know I understood
What all the tales
Were about, But
Still I pondered
That a true blessing
Was I could be me
Without the drink
And no need to hide
…by Pauline Harris

Sing Muse

(A Lady is standing with papers flying freely.  She is on a beach looking at the moon.)

Sing to me, muse of mine
I need courage and comfort to write
Only wisdom brought from you does
The trick to heal my heart
Hear my cry, no more tonight
Fair thee well dear muse begone
For now I know inspiration within
Can carry me all the way
…by Pauline Harris

Lunar Lady Came Calling

Welcoming spirits
And faeries alike,
She walked among
The moonlit bridge.
She did not know
The stranger at
The other end,
But she did not
Waver and continued
To sing her beautiful
Melody to comfort
All about. A stir
From the stranger,
Lunar Lady gasped
And carried on.
The stranger became
Scared and left
Leaving the pathway
Calm for Lunar Lady
And all her spirited
Friends…by Pauline Harris

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