“Pen’s Perspective”   I’m one of her favorites a limited edition   me and my sister the Poetess, she refills us   with inks of purple and black   cradled in the space between her finger and thumb   as our ink fill her lines…

“Redacted”   taking back words is harder once spoken   written, they can be ~scratched out   typed, they can be  ~ deleted   in pencil, the canc be ~ erased   yet, once spoken they cannot be unheard   or lost forever words never…

“Closeted Threats”   Trigger Warning ~ sexual abuse   at the tender age of five unknowing, in the ways of  the sexual needs of men   the attention, was different my own mother, absent in her own hell I’m sure   the light burned high above…

“What is Love” A Ninnette Love she asks will I find you, in others no, you must share with everyone for, that is  what I love

“Tea Time”   she sprinkles cinnamon into her tea cheeks flushed, beet red   from teetering on buckets to change the lightbulb out in the carport   sensing the the tremor of the trees, whispering in the bayou   spying the fray in the elbow of…

“Soulful Strings”   stings finely tuned he starts to glide his bow   the sound hollow, yet full of vibrato   calling forth, the light of day she awakens   the sweet sound strumming her along   warming the dawn smoothly   saturating the air…

“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,…

“Where the Earth Ends”   who am I to say if the the earth is flat ~ or not, for   I’ve only seen the sandy shores, with its white foamy edges   I’ve not been beyond  that blue horizon   I’ve found rocky ledges…

“What Does It Mean”   life’s sweet mystery has me wondering these shapes we see in the clouds billowing by what does it mean the synchronic numerology butterfly in a bush birds fluttering, amongst the trees the beauty of the present life’s precious gift leaves…

“Poets of the Night” A Golden Shovel   who are we those of us who write what will our words amount to what can we make you taste   do we have the answers to life   walking the paths, at least twice three hours…