“When Words Echo” A Viator © A. Potter ~2023   when words echo between the lines we breathe, in or out bleeding from thy pen   my eyes lifted when words echo memories better left behind keeping one foot in the past   the caress,…

The ghost is here Sitting on the sill Looking over at me As I clean the room   My housemates don’t see The ghost is here They do not believe As I get that room clean   I try to explain but, I look so…

Prompt Seven – Text Prompt: The viator is a poetic form invented by Robin Skelton It’s a pretty simple form where the first line is used again as refrain in the second line of the second stanza, and the third line of the third stanza,…

Often when I write I do not write. Nor do I speak or voice my thoughts. I do. That’s who I am. In the face Of all I hold true. I do.   So when the hurt hurts my heart Often when I write I…

Hour Six A fish out of water scooped out of the expanse with a net of lies and plunged within a crystalline bowl. Flitting to the surface wherein lies the tease of sustenance and breath held in stagnancy. Feeble attempts to avoid the anglerfish and…

A vast expanse extends before me. As far as the eye can see. I watch the clouds glide slowly past me and feel extraordinarily free. I’m undaunted by the unknown, and I lack the wings to fly. I throw my arms wide open, to embrace…

someday when we’re old and the winters sway in the wrinkles adorning our faces would wrinkle more thinking about this day and plenty of them fragments would flood in simultaneously then, we’d realise memories aren’t only beautiful but equally cold.

Hour Five Memories tucked into my breast pocket left and close to my heart. They flutter like eyelids just waking from slumber- fractured images play upon the screen of thought a tribute to remembrance to lives previously lived during my years on the back roads….

Got lost today Hopefully to find a new way A way through darkness To the light A way that flowers grow Swaying in the wind   I left prepared for the journey Everything I thought if needed Would be within arms reach Now I’m here…

edgelords if i could : look over the edge : of everything : what would i see the edge : of the horizon : more dust the edge : of the earth : tree roots crumbling into air : ocean waterfalling into mizzle the edge…