Poetic Inkwells and More

 Leaving the Matrix Behind                                      by Clara Mitchell 1-5-2025 When leaving the Matrix, No matter what kind it may be. There is a process of events That lead to its end. The process is a mixture Of false starts and setbacks-- The strong grow weary. "Faith deferred leaves the heart sick: But when the desire cometh, It is a tree of life." (Proverbs 13:12 KJV) Freedom begins and the lies die-- When our steps reach beyond the Matrix. Things are a blurry journey in the Matrix. One thing after another clouds my vision. I finally found fog lights from above To steer myself away from false lighthouses. The lighthouses are people who role play Within the confines of their own visions. They only appear to be rescue landmarks. God's vision expands outwardly. The object of lighthouse missions, Is a type of grooming to gain favor. Grooming i...

  Music Takes its Place                       by Clara Mitchell 3/30/2024 As I look back on my life, I am without the music. My poetry sits without music. My life is without music. My poetry is like a blank score sheet. Music visits me now. I continue to write poetry. Hoping for the words To find their place in this stanza. Being out of place Is sometimes starting too early. An octet composition can later find room in eight instruments or voices. The blank score sheets begin to fill up. The outcome is in the scores and sheets of music. Forever written Until we become the music. We play the sounds Now my poetry is playing in my mind against the backdrop of notes. The octaves rise and fall When the notes appear. The piece is set into Sheets of music Only to play in Times of need. It's angelic sounds Console me.