24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I know a fairy
With hot pink hair.
Well, it used to be blue.
Once upon a time, it was blonde.
But now it is pink.
This fairy is a dancer.
A ballerina with hot pink hair.
And a singer with hot pink hair.
This fairy is the light of my life,
With hot pink hair.
Today I awoke
I’m glad I woke up again!
I’m on a roll, 69 years so far
There were fluttering waxwings
to greet me
Yesterday there were robins
and crows the day before
I like waking to the birds above my head.
I rolled up my pack
and walked along the floor
of heather and grass
picking black berries for my breakfast
Where should I go today?
Summer is in full bloom, but
autumn comes quickly and
I must travel south with the birds
if I am to survive the winter.
South. I go south.
Tomorrow when I wake
maybe I’ll glimpse the black hills
As long as when I sleep
I sleep free.
They show up angry, hungry, afraid
Missing their homes, missing their beds, needing their moms
Some are defensive, some are shy, some tell tall tales
Some even invent dangerous games, and revel in the chaos
Yet you smile, you listen, you comfort
Your touch calms, your voice reassures, your eyes pay attention
The day twists and turns, yet you steer the ship through rough seas
with the expertise of a master mariner
Adventures in science, history, art,
Math, music, language and beyond, are laid at their feet
Golden keys to open locked doors and secret passwords to hidden portals
Unveiled and deciphered
Missing books, broken pencils, empty cabinets
Replenished and filled with portions of your meager paychecks
Those designer shoes and exotic cruises to foreign lands
will have to wait
While you spread magic
Share wisdom
and create bright futures.
*dedicated to my mom – Sarwat Riaz – artist, Montessori Teacher, and an extraordinary source of strength and inspiration
Yeh, you got a little set aside
We could buy that farm
Raise those chickens
And Rabbits
But it wouldn;t be the same,
Without him.
It was supposed to be a place for him.
You understand.
I’ll keep moving
While I can.
Roaming from place to place
You people, never see my face
I see you in your normal life
While you see me, so full of strife
You see my clothes, rumpled.
As I’ve been in them for days
I haven’t showered,
Walking around in a daze
Feeling so broken inside
This is not what I wanted
From life
©2016 Amanda Potter
The mountain is steep
I inhale fresh air and smile
I love the journey
(I’m behind. eek!)
My hubby wanted a house, so I chose an RV.
“It is homey” I argued .
Well no choice now its on the fly. The ceiling’s low,
and the fridge is small, but we can eat out is all.
Family is where the heart is, and if they want to visit
they always can.
He complained about the room, but I told him we would not be
expecting a throng
I mean how many are going to come?
That day we drove and drove just
where ever the road took us
and arrived at a civilized site,
where they had church without sermons
a shop that sold wood.
I think the thing that finally convinced him
was the scent of the night river.
It was warm and sweet and
then we both could call it home.
I had a dream about you
last night
and we were exactly how we should have been before
the cheating
the lies
the ache
the mess
I was told if I was going to cheat, I should carry the burden with me, instead of being honest and making you feel
less than
unwanted
not enough
I should have taken that advice
we might still be the way we were last night
when I met you in my sleep
The Wanderer
One single gull feather floats
On the face of the sea
I have traveled centuries
Mocking civilizations
Witnessing
Empires crumble
All the while
I float
Alone
But I am free
Freedom on the Sea.