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A boat for my heart

A boat for my heart

After four summer months of poetry tour adventures all over the US, I returned to Portland, Oregon.  And the rain and clouds were there, ready to greet me with their cold, wet immersion and embrace, more than I had expected or welcomed.  At the same time, hurricane winds, rain, and flooding hit New England–these were called Sandy.  Feeling, I wrote.  And feeling I came upon an idea for relief …our ears, eyes, and minds open. our hearts beat, held in palms, gently. a boat approaches, to carry us through the storm… Kelli Schaefer offered to join me in a show named…

A boat for my heart

I built a boat for my heart,
and tried to send it to myself in the mail,
but the post office closed
when the storms came
and I had to carry it in my palms—
my heart
my vulnerable.

God build a boat for my heart,
entrusted men to bring it to me,
in due time,
but the men got all the directions mixed up and varied–
confused assembly, confusing themselves;
I only got pieces
that might make a boat,
that might be from God,
but might not.

I built a boat for your heart,
but you kept it inside,
wouldn’t come let it out, at the dock,
didn’t trust,
wouldn’t chance;
so I rowed it alone,
carrying nothing but my solitude,
me and the oars, o’er and o’er.

But, my heart build a boat for itself
out of all the charred remains,
found them strewn about my sensory memory,
plucked them out from its sides and feet
and put them together to make new moments.
In the new moments,
my heart remembers how it never was but ought to have been.
It is a beautiful heart-boat
floating, sailing on the seas.
The wave-waters shimmer,
the moon is out,
it is rocking me to sleep.

Copyright 2012, Garret W. Potter, Portland, OR.

The individual World Poetry Slam, 2012, in Fayetteville, AR October 3-6

The individual World Poetry Slam, 2012, in Fayetteville, AR October 3-6

Hello friends.

I am headed South to Fayetteville, AR tonight.
Tomorrow begins day one of competition for the individual World Poetry Slam.


While touring in Arkansas in September, I qualified to compete in the tournament.
Now, the time is at hand.  Seventy-two talented poets from all over the world will convene.
Each day there are competition rounds, seminars, work shops, and open mics.
The top twelve poets will advance to the finals on Saturday.
I have been working steadily in preparation and I am excited to share the experience.
Thank you for all of your thoughts, prayers, support, and encouragement.
So many of you are with me in this season, out on the road–you are vital, keeping me going and sharing each day.

With anticipation, appreciation, and love,