Old Answers

 
Many moons have past
Since the writings
Wise and concise
Foretold of questions
Yet to be asked
Voices not born
Lore telling truths
Many would deny
Secrets within
Unifying moments
Would bring unity
And understanding
There are many
In one, but only if
And a big if
We recognized
Our right to carry on
Inspiring others
To find joy
Within the wisdom
Written so long ago
~by Pauline Harris

Words Inspired

(Inspired by a painting of a transformation from a book to butterflies)
Calm day brought to us
After many hectic ones
Focus changed
Challenges accepted
Words did appear
As figments once
Dreamt about
Writings on the wall
Inside my head
Filtered out
With hand, pen, and paper
Here written words
Floating into flutterbies
Forever inspiring others
By Pauline Harris

A Call To Write

 

Before me set
A tablet and some pens
Fragments of tales
Bounced around in my head
Clouds blanketing the sky
Moments weeping by
Someone distantly saying hi
Circling sayings mustering in
All forming a sensible wordage
I pick up the pen
As the words flow
Onto the pages
A pleasure to write
Grateful for being
The vessel, thank you.
By Pauline Harris

The Journal

Many moons ago, a little girl
Wrote of tales and secret thoughts
Then her brother discovered these inks
Telling how the government knew all
Every word she wrote
And threatening to lock her up
If she wrote more, even truths
The girl believing him, hid the journal
 
One day many years later
The journal looked up to see
There were sad eyes of a lady
Reading the pages
Finding courage to write more
Knowing the flow is stronger
And no longer confined by lies
Creating miracles instead, the lady wrote on
…by Pauline Harris

Scattered Book Dreams

Cleverly I write
Whimsical words
Into books of
Poetry and Prose
Positioning self
To freely gain
Life’s offerings
No one the same
Yet some similar
All my own
Flutterby
Turn great today
Fully ready
Delivery complete
Finished product
By Pauline Harris

The River Runs On

Trinkles glide
Down the flowing
River
Rocks
Came into focus
The river
Actively diverged
Making new paths
Continuing on
Changes may come
The river
Moves forward
A shaken rumble
May change
The pathway
The river
Travels onward
Gliding over
Many detours
And triumphs
The river
Carries along the banks
Sometimes changing
The river’s
Focus
To go over
Flooding
Or drying up
The river
Travels along
Changes happen
The river
Ventures forward
~Pauline Harris

Please Enter To Write

The sign on the door

said simply

‘Please Enter To Write’

No argument from me

as I like to write;

however, I looked in

the door to see

there were no bodies

present.  Was I the only one

willing to enter or

was there some rules

or regulations

about what could be

written or how to go

about writing.

The only sign of rules

said, ‘one must follow

what one must follow.’

To me, I understood

the sign saying as a writer,

I must follow what I must follow,

but how come no writers

were present.  Could

they not follow what they

chose to follow?

It was plain for me,

I had to write

and write I must.

For living is about creating

and I am all for living.

I sat down and began to write.

Ideas sprung in my head

and down to paper

they were said.

Write, I must.

And follow what I must follow

wherever it may lead.

Here I am writing on.

~Pauline Harris 2015

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