24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Escaped blueberry dilemma
A blueberry rolled across the kitchen floor
But I am too tired to get it
It looks like a good one
Large round juicy and sweet
I have the whip cream here
In my right hand ready to smother
These captured berries in this glass bowl
I pause wondering if I will get
That fat berry across the room
Not wanting it to go to waste
Exhausted I lean against the
Formica counter hoping to
Be rescued by a decisive thought
the girl child wakes first
vegetarian
she’ll need her own lunch
also gluten-free
she reminds you the importance of buying cage-free eggs
you remind her that all her frees really don’t come free
the oldest boy child wakes next
and beats the girl child to the counter
all carnivore
needs lunch for two today
he is eating with his companion at the senior center
his treat
he’s chosen bacon mac and cheese, and peach pie
the youngest boy child wakes last
and is the last one to the counter
which he calls an island in the kitchen
he’d like the leftover wings from last night
and a large glass of milk
for breakfast!
whatever happened to toast?
his lunch today,
your mashed potatoes with green olives and sunflower seeds
and the peaches not in the pie
for yourself it is just coffee
whatever they don’t eat
but you draw butterflies on each brown lunch bag
you don’t care that they are all teenagers now
this is your diner
the only diner they’ve ever know
and in this diner, the doggie bags come with doodles by mom
The importance in finding love
is knowing once found it is reciprocated
Yes, reciprocity is the answer key to love
the foundation it is built on and the bridge it crosses over to get to the other side
Dear Darling I seen you with her today,
So I am writing this poem to say,
I can’t let you marry me any more ,
I love you , but I must walk out the door.
Dear Darling I am sad you had to mess this up,
yet I am good enough to wish you the best of luck,
I wish I had never met you because I am sad,
I am sorry you are another to turn out so bad.
Dear Darling I want you to know I am dying,
Please do not come to me crying,
There is nothing to be done,
I just wanted you to know Hun.
Dear Darling do not come back , okay?
I think it will be easier this way,
So take it easy and love our girl,
remember that you both are my world.
Heal our heart’s from hate.
Replace hate to love.
For our souls.
Bring our hearts.
To love.
Music that your heart.
Makes for us.
So quiet
So dark
The sun had not reached the horizon
But the moon has long since
Abdicated the sky
Stars shine their brightest
And for the briefest of moments
All is still
All is calm
All things are possible
All the words I’ve left unsaid
are swirling ’round inside my head
if I’m to put these words to bed
i have to write them out.
My wild imaginings exist
where lovers hands and lips are kissed
and mighty hero’s, sorely missed
if I don’t write them out.
Characters sown, in words are grown
enduring as though carved in stone
and I will never be alone
if I just write them out.
I write to give my voice a home,
I build it up; tome by tome
in saga, song or simple poem
I love to write it out.
Night is for sleeping,
not worrying, or weeping.
Night is for dreaming,
for healing, believing.
It gives itself over
to Sun for
safe~keeping
Night is for subconsciousness,
it’s sorting, and up~keeping.
Night is for deliverance~
Night is for Sleeping.
©2016 Amanda Potter
A night at the lake
on a date with a man
who knows how to
court a woman
spare me the jokes
will you
no really he actually
planned out the date
with precision and
perfection might I add
he picked me up in
his jeep at 7 precisely
and we drove out to
the lake
he grabbed a blanket and
a basket and a stereo
which was classic
and we laid out in the grass
for hours talking about
the guts and the glory
of making it in this
world of crazy people
he was a gentleman
and a comedian
my radar of this
is too good to be true
had me in a panic again
but I wasn’t going to
ruin this good thing
wasn’t like I was looking
for the night to end
in a proposal and a ring
just wanted to enjoy the
man, who took the time
to make sure that our
night was right and
it was, as the sun dipped
below the hills
and the moonlight rose
to greet us goodnight
FJ original 2016
This home( body) is not mine
this self is not mine
knock knock
Who’s there?
Not me,
Not mine,
Not myself
I am here with no attachments.