The Poetry Marathon

wistfully she dreamt

of love, of music

and of words

Realizing, belief in oneself

will lead to peace

wholeness and success

love, the poetess

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the shaking maracas

instantly draw me in

those stubborn boys

pluck their strings

“prr, prr swaaggy”

As Mykie once said

voices come in

reminding me

of blood and friend

what will the ghosts of

talking book say

forever grateful

for the love of music

those stubborn boys

gave to me

Amanda Potter©: 2019 Poetry Marathon

ancient symbols of burning gold

set in stone. pressed like buttons

a sacred code

secret doorway opening

must be kept safe

from thee

claustrophic seeds are sown

through the cramped tight,

wet hallways

once arm embracing

a fully rounded womb

the other hand clutched to hers

“this child comes soon”

must be kept safe

from thee

a repeated mystery

Amanda Potter©: 2019 Poetry Marathon

sleep deprived

mentally sensitized

the words~

struggling, and stumbling

self doubt chimes

distracted by chaos

tormented by ego

silently screaming through emotional hell

to her proverbial knees she quickly fell

head to the floor

tears threatening once more

pause, just breathe

just breathe. deeply

from the floor she arose

re-centered through prose

Amanda Potter©: 2019 Poetry Marathon

Along the east-side where the fae may roam

outside my bedroom window is where the latest have grown

shrooms have sprouted

where faerie feet have stepped

today a four leaf clover

with a couple daisies in my midst

if not for the prompt,

they may have been missed

vast varieties of shapes and colors

they’ve always catch my glimpse

Amanda Potter©: 2019 Poetry Marathon

what intentions we are weaving

whispered prayers on trembling lip

searching for signs

fencing hummingbirds

before the solstice sunrise

lying, body upon the sand

rumbling vibrations, waves

clearing, grounding the soul

questions posed with no answers

worries cleared, like tide swept sand

while storms gather

steer clear of ship wrecks

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Am I, perfectly perturbed?

I am

Am I, wonderfully witty?

I am

Am I, consciously creative?

I am

Am I, decidedly determined?

I am

Am I, titillatingly thoughtful?

I am

Am I, graciously grateful?

I AM!

Amanda Potter©: 2019 Poetry Marathon

Looking forward to this years marathon.  Though it looks like I’ll be doing this one by phone only.

In the same

Yesterday’s dawn

Only now, the end has drawn

Waters still and calm

Though I know

Sleep won’t come

Easily, on weakened

Knee

Knowledge, and experience

Though, forlorn

Picked up, like stones

Upon, a dreamt up shore

If only dreams

Were giants

Crushing, forever more

Incasing thoughts

I am, a worthy poet

My battle

Hard fought

Safe and sound

As this dawn sings

In Victory

My true calling?

What is with

All the questioning

Pointedly objected

Forever scarred

Early on, from ones she loved

Now weary, scared

Exhilarating- freeing

In creative be-ing

But it’s not a job

How to change that feeling

Dig, further in

It’s okay, to start again

Always easier

Said than done

Always slipping

Stumbling, fumbling

Opening the wounds

Of old

Overcoming, so profound