“Welsh Word” A Ninnette   Cwtch what we as people need, for our growth Sustain our Spirits in order to protect our divine Love

the first words, starting coming hours before the starting~gun as I drifted off to sleep   I started the morning Beginning with The End, of yesterday.   the bittersweet cacophony ringin’ in my head “note-to-self for next time” never skip ahead   As the hours…

My secluded island surrounded by friends   Creating the barrier so that, I may have calmer waters within   My hammock tied between two trees swings, ever so lightly with the breeze   the soft caress, of their well~wishes whispers along my skin   the…

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.  …

Excuse me? I can make my own Excuses Thank you!   Pardon me, For asking~ How are you?   This hopeless world Welcome home Where most, don’t really care. Have a nice day   Excuse me, for hoping.   ©2016 Amanda Potter

Majestic horses!   Him like black tourmaline, the blackness sparkling. Her, the purest healing white. They are the Unicorns. The elongated, twisted horns upon their heads. The truest, purest, Ace of Wands. Magically charms all it touches.   Mysterious creatures, where are you now? How…

In the midnight hour With a rebel yell She wrote: More, more, more   Poem 16 singing Pickett’s and Idol’s Voices ringing   Feeling kinda funny As the hour shifts   Raven came a call in’ Nevermore   I’ve been writing, sharing Like never before…

The fist shaped ventricular, Circulating my blood Keeping even pressure   Except, in fight or flight Beating too hard Too fast Where am I to run   As I lay resting, it slows Rhythmically beating Even, without my emotions Retreating Slow and steady pace  …

I’ve gone missing have you seen me?   my pictures are everywhere placed on milk cartons my family and friends, they care   I’ve gone missing have you seen me?   did i just run away or was i abducted, in a ghastly way.  …

  the moon was bright, full in all her glory we drove for hours, under tree-lined canopy an evening picnic, by the moon lit lake Down the long winding dirt road we drove for hours, under tree-lined canopy we talked all the while, as the…