BRAVE ENDEAVOR: Journey of the Turtle
Traffic speeds along,
slow he moves and slow, as still;
Guardian angels.
Hour 21. (2019)
A koi surveys his pond
From emerald depths
Along the sandy ground
To sapphire heights
Above the surface
It floats freely through the cool streams
Taking in the kaleidoscope of a summer day
Therapy Dog
When Gracie cuddles up to me a fur ball of love is all I see. I refer to her as my therapy dog and people seem to play along. But it’s really not a joke to me. My Gracie is great therapy. There’s nothing wrong in any day that sweet Gracie cannot chase away.
Continues
Thought it was just a marathon
The course work has taken a shift
In the third hour after midnight
A new obstacle to vent
From the starting blocks began a lengthy foot race until the end
Nightfall has brought in subterfuge and water
Time to swim
Triathlon
Add a few more miles to that
Count a couple dozen laps
Avoid the pitfalls and do not end until given all you have
The course has changed as courses do
This time while in mid- stride
The path to victory never simply done
Still there is strength inside
Hide and Seek
I slip through the undergrowth,
Ears pricked, tensed.
The world goes silent around me.
I can smell the aftershave,
Hear the deep voice locked
In muscled throat, he struts.
I wait.
Whiskers tremble, pupils widen
As day melts to night.
He slowly slips to sleep…
Claws take deep to dirt and flesh,
One scream splits the night.
As he dared to lay in bed,
The jungle took half his stock.
All The Babies [Prompt 26]
- They are the babies,
at first, they were two,
then we gained a few,
now they are a crew!
If you feed some more,
these felines take the door.
You’d think they are poor!
They are well-fed and sly!
This backyard feral group,
coming for their soup…
Another way to die (quantum of solace)
I don’t think I’ll ever understand the sick, twisted mentality that can permeate
our society like cancerous growth. So many of us die in shame after living an
entire life in a false perception of dignity. They try and push their own false convictions of morality
on others despite the fact that it doesn’t affect them in the slightest.
They don’t understand the depths of the socratic paradox
as it pertains to their own philosophical shame. But as they
rise, so do they fall. They’ll always be there to try and
perpetuate the travesty that is injustice and we’ll
always be there to thwart them, to find yet another
way to die in a world that already kicked the
bucket.
nymphomaniac
touch me
please me
my happy ever after
lusty sinner
dripping wet
blood~
crying for love
soft and swollen
heart broken
never felt this high
screaming
through the night
Amanda Potter©: 2019 Poetry Marathon
Cat-Hour 21
The night has become a blanket of quiet
A quilt of solitude
Cat sits next to me
Tail swishing
A warning perhaps
He assists this poetry drivel
By batting my fingers
When they dance across the keyboard
I have insulted him with a kiss
Degraded him with attention
for now he faces away
He puts up with me for food
Yet he does care
Never leaves my side
Follows me out the door in the morning
Greets me at the garage when I come home
He finds me bearable
He knows I am devoted
And cats love being worshipped
He allows me this evening of poetry
For now as long as it doesn’t interfere
with my main duties as cat servant
Charades
A young girl, age seven
maybe eight
ran jovially through rain
splashing in every puddle as she moved
Her mom, trailing behind
smiles for her child, but her eyes betray her.
She is listless.
The world has a way of robbing us
of even the smallest moments.
Stress builds, we find ourselves trapped
underneath the mound, no longer
strong enough to free ourselves,
we succumb, not to the weight of the world,
but the weight of our own worlds
with all of their problems and “little” urgencies.
We are struggling to free ourselves internally,
but our external forms must continue to move
and we go through the motions,
always pretending nothing is wrong
because it is shameful to let someone see us
as weak.
We bury ourselves within and
put on a social mask for our friends,
families, people we love but can’t let in.
And we slowly sink deeper and deeper
drowning in our own charade.