I will go under, the maple, hiding from the rain, feet deep in mud.   I will go above, ever changing leaves and rainbows, finding clouds to drop from.   No matter the weather, I will.   C. Churchill

Soften Unclench fists Unhitch shoulders Thread breath From crown to sole Blur focus Shape dissolves to color Heart chamber door open Jaw unhinged Sigh exalts From rib’s rafters Muscles unknit Joints unlock Swaying hips Wax and wane Soften Into time’s rhythm

Learning to love what I hate I hate cleaning yet I’m learning to love it Because I can’t stand a dirty floor Learning to love what I hate What I have strong feelings for This way or that way This comparison can be applied and…

She craved three things in life: Unconditional love, honesty, and security.   Instead, she received Being misunderstood, rejection, And judgment.   She died hungry.

wistfully she dreamt of love, of music and of words   Realizing, belief in oneself will lead to peace wholeness and success   love, the poetess   Amanda Potter©: 2019 Poetry Marathon    

  A reality check, broke no funds; ready for a change, cant have money; Take the world for what it holds, give it all away; Time rolls like an avalanche in back country, your face turns too. Cold with a fire of rage; repeat lifestyles?…

A world separate from worlds Where spectral bodies roam without limits They watch the good and bad Young and old Protecting and observing Maybe they love too We’ll never know For they live but are not part of life      

Dreams were easy to achieve:  travel to foreign lands, falling in love, changing the world in my career. My brain exploded: safety within four walls, humbled love for my Steve, grateful to just return to work. At 49 I became old.  

In Neverland, all parts of our childhood hide: the boy of our youth, the girl of our dreams, and the man of our nightmares, living by sun and moon, land and sea, adventure and book. In Neverland, selfishness rules: a crocodile eating the weak, lost…

REGRET I loved you after I let you leave me forever, then I missed you The way I miss snow in summertime heat waves or warmth in December The way a drunkard needs a shot of alcohol or hippies want peace I miss you always…