Rose-of-Sharon In the blooms of the Rose-of-Sharon The stripped bees creep Their black bottoms wiggle As they seep in the sweet nectar The black swallowtail butterfly In the blooms of the Rose-of-Sharon Stays but a fraction of a second A quick drink before fluttering away…

I wish you knew how much I cared It used to be so easy You would never have to question Now I wonder if you still love me,   I can’t peer through the thoughts in your head I wish you knew how much I…

Hour Seven Tethered to breath a rise and fall of chest- a lift of torso and a spirit, or what is left. Triggering the vagus a nerve once shaking as it’s coiled in suspended animation until the breath’s release, and to which pulse can now…

My heart goes pitter pat At the mention of his name And let’s not even say When he is in the vicinity It’s so sweet him being next to me It’s crazy how he makes me feel My heart goes pitter pat Every time he…

childhood among the sunflowers 🌻 suburban sunflowers bow to whimsical wooden swings bees fly summer breeze     Note: (Sunflowers and wooden swings are precious and meaningful to me, my father built me a wooden swing that I spent hours going back and forth pretending…

Stunning sword-billed hummingbirds perfectly suited to forests from which it hails, Obviously macaws soar like colorful kites through tropical air Up above flame-faced tanagers, singing in the canopy, happily, Take a gander at upland geese if you please, but back under the trees, Holographic, looks…

The empty swing invites all-comers to sit awhile to dangle, legs and dreams.   I stand and gently rock the empty swing warmed by the end of summer in fields of afterglow.   Sunflowers with heavy heads of seed turn their upward gaze towards the…

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“When Words Echo” A Viator © A. Potter ~2023   when words echo between the lines we breathe, in or out bleeding from thy pen   my eyes lifted when words echo memories better left behind keeping one foot in the past   the caress,…

The ghost is here Sitting on the sill Looking over at me As I clean the room   My housemates don’t see The ghost is here They do not believe As I get that room clean   I try to explain but, I look so…