who knew that weeding the garden could spark a neighbor to do the same my actions for the benefit of the herbs hers for the summer melons to empower a community of strangers who knew that weeding the garden could jump-start a nascent movement…
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Hour 7 – Whispers of Courage
Whispers of courage fill each drop of rain until they become a force to sustain life and fill each with whispers of courage breath of heaven and strength to forage a future replete with newness of life whispers of courage confidence in strife the strife…
An idling place
The empty swing invites all-comers to sit awhile to dangle, legs and dreams. I stand and gently rock the empty swing warmed by the end of summer in fields of afterglow. Sunflowers with heavy heads of seed turn their upward gaze towards the…
“When Words Echo” A Viator
“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,…
Until the Last Day – Hour 7 (viator)
Until the last day I will swing for the fences, tack hard into the wind, and climb to the top of each mountain, Where surely there will be more. Until the last day I will hold my head high, stand tall, and drink the…
There’s Not Many
There’s not many Who could say They saw me through My darkest days When times were bad There’s not many In fact, there really Isn’t any Who had the strength To see me through There’s not many Not even you So know I’ll be fine…
We Breathe Life – Hour Seven
We Breathe Life We breathe life Into every intention Every interaction Every sense of promise When we walk down the street We breathe life Into every smile, every wave Every step, marching to our own beat Each time we console a loved one Hugging them…
Aviator
Reach for the skies Climb higher, higher Powering into the blue Shake the earth as you Reach for the skies Achieving lift-off Aiming for the moon Begins with flying. Reach for the skies!
When I write #viator #2023poetrymarathon #prompthour7
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…