The Poetry Marathon

Vulnerable emotions

Unspoken

Spill onto vast white

Stained by my hand

Kept in secret places

Rarely shared

Hidden in journals

Bound by rejection

And unworthyness

Concealed tears

Pain and joy

Blurring lines

In between

Words that echo

Forever captured

On page

Is my heart

Born of Earth

Grown from seed

Sown long ago

Dancing with wind

Ever-changing

Swaying to and fro

Tattered, tired peices

Burn in fire

Resurrecting soul

Blessed water

Washed over

Quenching thirst

Cleansing sin

Only to be born again

Mandy here! Looking forward to doing this again.  Been waiting all year. Haven’t done much writing these last few months.  What I’ve been doing is typing up and compiling all of my poetry.  More to come on that.

Y’all ready??

the first words, starting coming

hours before the starting~gun

as I drifted off to sleep

I started the morning

Beginning with The End,

of yesterday.

the bittersweet cacophony

ringin’ in my head

“note-to-self for next time”

never skip ahead

As the hours passed us by,

the succulent sadness

set in

Twas the beginning

of

THE END

©2016 Amanda Potter

I’ve stayed awake

all day, and night

Tis’ the 24th hour and

I’ve survived

Some have failed,

so many of us succeeded

Through our eyes

the coffees bled

And whilst, most full marathoners

will be running off to lay their weary head

I’ll stay here writing

about the beginning

Of the End.

©2016 Amanda Potter

My secluded island

surrounded by friends

Creating the barrier

so that, I may have

calmer waters

within

My hammock

tied between two trees

swings, ever so lightly

with the breeze

the soft caress, of their

well~wishes

whispers along my skin

the sands I walk upon

leaving footprints

sometimes, only one

Where their love has

carried me

let the tide

wash away

our worries, of today

Home is where the heart is,

my momma always said

©2016 Amanda Potter

Night is for sleeping,

not worrying, or weeping.

Night is for dreaming,

for healing, believing.

It gives itself over

to Sun for

safe~keeping

Night is for subconsciousness,

it’s sorting, and up~keeping.

Night is for deliverance~

Night is for Sleeping.

©2016 Amanda Potter

My dearest Mandy,

You’ve come through so much clouded hell.

Through darkness, you’ve learned to love

In the light, over looking mountains of perceptions. In limited realities.

Footprints on the shore, leaving your imprints

Washed away

By the sands of time

You are a sweet smelling rose,

In the misty morning dew.

Surviving, thriving, blossoming.

Let you’re petals

Continue to unfurl

Let the universe

Deliver

The dreams of your soul.

Thanks for letting me in.

Love always,

💕 poetess

©2016 Amanda Potter

They followed sly fox, through the cement surrounded trees.

Lil’ Red, keeping pace

With black bear,

Who’s ready to hibernate.

They see the sky-blue pink, poka~dotted, artistic walls

As they stroll along

Sucking the life,

From paint, into words

In ekphrastic forms.

Poets, the journeyman.

Into the woods they go,

To loose their minds

And find their souls.

Seeking~

Coffee, chocolate, stars

And the Unicorns.

©2016 Amanda Potter

Excuse me?

I can make my own

Excuses

Thank you!

Pardon me,

For asking~

How are you?

This hopeless world

Welcome home

Where most, don’t really care.

Have a nice day

Excuse me, for hoping.

©2016 Amanda Potter