Anxiously awaiting~ she longs to create it is herself, she can’t escape   Purposely Pointed tired and disjointed ready for re-birthing The beginning of the end     Amanda Potter©: 2019 Poetry Marathon    

poem 15 First day of freshman year. My heart slams in my chest and rattles my rib cage. I hear my shoes squeaking on the linoleum floor. I glance at my phone. Ten minutes until the bell rings. My best bet is to hide out…

Before Humans there was peace There was predation, yes, and pain, but the world lacked the torture, murder, and blatant selfishness that only the human animal brings to the proverbial table. Before people, there was nature. Back when ever-expanding cities (who now bulldoze all that…

“The land knows you, even when you are lost.” Even if you speak with many learned words, but know not the land.    You are just a homeless noise maker.   Perhaps you know the secrets of the future, Or understand the mysteries of science….

Tell me the story of Great Grandmother. Again? I think you only like the farting part. It’s funny. Pleeeese. Tell me. OK. Great Grandmother is very beautiful. She is not young or old. She is not big or small. Her clothing is completely made of…

A learner’s license is the goal Of any typical fifteen year-old. Though I had a car the year before, I could only drive to the corner store.   Thank heavens for a small rural town Where the price of a misdemeanor was just a frown….

We call this meeting to order, the council of the stars. Leave your galaxies behind, we have a serious matter to discuss. A proposal, a new planet, Earth.  “What will they give us, what’ll be its purpose?” A warning.  There will be war, famine, global warming….

You won’t find it behind any downtown bar It only comes in a clean mason mason jar Cool and clear and deceptively strong Toss the lid to the side, you can’t go wrong Take a swig and pass it around Especially if somebody has sorrows…

I was there I saw it all The way the sun mashed about the sky Liquid all around me Nothing quite formed yet Moments of clarity followed by glubbing about with the other cells We tried to match up, create something But we were not…

What if the end is just a new beginning? When the wild takes hold and humanity no longer applies. What if the beginning was really the end? When humanity took over and the wild no longer applies.   C. Churchill