She knows they call her a freak But no one else seems to listen When the trees decide to speak. So who better than the girl in the blue skirt? Bright-eyed, kindhearted, unafraid, Always ready to listen, always covered in dirt. The trees don't care About her dirt covered skirt Or even when she has twigs in her hair. The air was hot and thrumming When the trees told her "Listen, a storm is coming." (this is about a book i read when i was much younger)
Crossing roads
It’s been an honor to be many things
and to be with so many people
I look forward to crossing more streams, roads, bridges, and paths
Prompt 9 hour 7
My hands graze the Queen Annes Lace
white tops and fragrant blooms
keep me company
along tracks once traveled.
Sweet summer breezes bring the scent
of youth gone by
and memories of your eyes
how they searched my lips
for that first kiss.
Behind corn stalks
we hid from farmers and from brothers
just to feel alive in our small lives.
Along tracks once traveled
my hands hands graze
searching for memories
of a once small life.
C. Churchill
PH
He makes me laugh when I’m close to tears,
And holds me tight when I feel I may fall apart.
He dries my tears when I can’t see the kleenex,
And he makes it feel like home when I feel alone.
I’m not sure if he realizes just how much he does,
So much more than food on the table
And a roof over our heads.
It’s the way he holds and looks at our daughter,
The way he can laugh at almost anything.
It’s the way he encourages even the smallest thing,
And the way he always lends a helping hand.
I truly do love this man.
Hour 7: Kisses
Life brings many things
The soft kiss on a scraped knee
The goodbye kisses before jumping out of a car
The first Kiss full of teeth and blushing
The fist last kiss full of pain and tears
The last kiss on a wrinkled cheek
Prompt #7 Rolling hills (song prompt)
Rolling Hills and cedar trees. that's our meeting place, where we dance with abandon, running towards each other frantically. Rolling down over rolling hills Dancing naked around bonfires you strum your guitar and utter my name and it sounds like a song. The sweetest lie the hardest truth both meet here in this moment. I'm almost afraid to admit I'm falling for you. Our hearts beat wild breaking free from our rib cages with just a touch and a glance. You light up the fire in my heart. You carve a place for yourself in my soul. You intoxicate my senses. You hold me close look straight into my eyes bashful and unapologetic Talk is cheap and... baby we're better than that. You skip the small talk jump straight for the hard questions. that's when I fell in love with you. -Janice Raquela Mendonca
Stale
Stranded, sun filtering in
to a car that won’t start,
we aren’t upset
instead we leave it behind,
begin to walk
and build our own adventure.
We meander to an empty park,
and wait as a mellow breeze
rests in our hair and on our faces,
the cool air is calming.
We must begin to roam again,
words flowing freely between us,
new opportunities around every corner, a beaten path beneath the bridge
guides us to graffiti, bold and unseen.
We take pictures, stop and stare
the warm sun and the new sights
are a breath of fresh air in an otherwise
stale, hectic life.
This moment of freedom, brought on by a
broken down car,
has been the happiest moment of my week.
Louder!
As you breathe, each breath twisting and bending the air,
your sound…
In every blink, tight enough to squeeze rain from the clouds, secrets spill…
Deep silence in every inhale, stealing from the past tearing out the future, a building of force… Exhale!!! BREATHE!!! In Silence, All sounds are heard…. Your song.
*Smile*
Stubborn Boys
the shaking maracas
instantly draw me in
those stubborn boys
pluck their strings
“prr, prr swaaggy”
As Mykie once said
voices come in
reminding me
of blood and friend
what will the ghosts of
talking book say
forever grateful
for the love of music
those stubborn boys
gave to me
Amanda Potter©: 2019 Poetry Marathon
Cross Roads of Time
The cross roads of time I have found for me,
Has been something to look back and see.
I have found my journey to be a long one,
And things happen in life we are not fond of.
Through the cross roads of time I have seen wonderful things.
Traveling has it’s wonderous beauty, the birth of a newborn child a miracle not a duty.
Loving someone in their time of need, having good friends, and being in the garden, just pulling the weeds.
It is breath taking to live another year, to watch all the seasons change.
To watch the leaves on the tree branches turn colors, If you follow the shadows of the branches on the ground.
You may find you have chosen the path you are on now. If you turn back in the shadows and look and see, your path may take you in another turn in life.
One of Beauty or one of Strife.
One thing I have found we all live our own life, knowing what I know.
Is this at the Cross Roads of Time, some don’t know, that at this point in your life.
Is that time can literally pass you by, in a twinkling of your eye…
C. Burgess (c)