24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Majestic horses!
Him like black tourmaline, the blackness sparkling.
Her, the purest healing white.
They are the Unicorns.
The elongated, twisted horns upon their heads.
The truest, purest, Ace of Wands.
Magically charms all it touches.
Mysterious creatures, where are you now?
How do you manage to stay so hidden?
Cold, hard world from which you were driven.
We need your light and love.
Show yourselves to me, I plead.
Oh ancient, Unicorns.
©2016 Amanda Potter
You left that child broken
Hearted
You touched, and threatened
So, I lied
You never should have
Been welcomed to my room
With responses, so confusing
A little girls love
Twisted, mortified
You paid dearly, for your sin
They found the car, but never him
Its taken decades
For me
To find her
Hand in hand now
We walk assured
©2016 Amanda Potter
In the midnight hour
With a rebel yell
She wrote:
More, more, more
Poem 16 singing
Pickett’s and Idol’s
Voices ringing
Feeling kinda funny
As the hour shifts
Raven came a call in’
Nevermore
I’ve been writing, sharing
Like never before
It’s the midnight hour
©2016 Amanda Potter
The fist shaped ventricular,
Circulating my blood
Keeping even pressure
Except, in fight or flight
Beating too hard
Too fast
Where am I to run
As I lay resting, it slows
Rhythmically beating
Even, without my emotions
Retreating
Slow and steady pace
If it should ever stop,
My life
Would fall from grace
©2016 Amanda Potter
The house for generations stood,
Gently cared for
Now lays abandoned
Four decades, that’s where they stayed
Where they shared, cried, laughed and played.
Ivy has taken over the south side
Growing under the easements
Leaving nothing to hide
Its covered up the windows
Taken over the rain gutter spouts
Twisting and climbing, trying to block it out
The walkway now over grown with weeds
Wild flowers and dandelions,
spill their sacred seed
The driveway now cracked and uprooted,
The tree that was planted, too closely suited
The house sad now, cries out
Why did the family leave
©2016 Amanda Potter
I’ve gone missing
have you seen me?
my pictures are everywhere
placed on milk cartons
my family and friends, they care
I’ve gone missing
have you seen me?
did i just run away
or was i abducted,
in a ghastly way.
i’ve gone missing
have you seen me?
my pictures on the TV
they haven’t found my body yet
my families cries still relevant
I am missing
have you seen me?
©2016 Amanda Potter
the moon was bright, full in all her glory
we drove for hours, under tree-lined canopy
an evening picnic, by the moon lit lake
Down the long winding dirt road
we drove for hours, under tree-lined canopy
we talked all the while, as the moon rose
Down the long winding dirt road
as our love grew and unfurled
we talked all the while, as the moon rose
the moon was bright, full in all her glory
as our love grew and unfurled
an evening picnic, by the moon lit lake
©2016 Amanda Potter
Roaming from place to place
You people, never see my face
I see you in your normal life
While you see me, so full of strife
You see my clothes, rumpled.
As I’ve been in them for days
I haven’t showered,
Walking around in a daze
Feeling so broken inside
This is not what I wanted
From life
©2016 Amanda Potter
it’s so easy to get lost in dismay
an attitude of gratitude goes a long, long way
When i wake up, i thank my maker
When i pour my cup, i thank my “coffee-maker”
When i go to work, i thank the pay-paychecker
When i get mad, at my teenager
I thank my mother, now I’m the care-taker
when you smile, upon seeing my face
I’m grateful for the day-changer
When you help me up,
Im thankful for grace
When i say thank you, and kiss your face
the attitude of gratitude
goes along
long way
©2016 Amanda Potter
Steeling herself against the cold
Looking at the path unfolding
The planks brittle and splintering
Creaking beneath her weight
Breathing in the cleansing air
Knowing her dreams
Are out here, somewhere
Searching for what she thinks
Is lost to only her
If she’d only still,
They would speak to her
Quiet the mind, slow your pace
Open up to the universal grace
Her toes catching,
on a warped and twisted board.
Catching a splinter
So deep in her center
Remove it now, before it festers
The blood and pain, oozes out
She feels it all
Clammering about
Breathing in deeply
She sighs relief
If only
The peace
Wasn’t so brief.
©2016 Amanda Potter