Poem: Apples

Apples

You get to the apples.
Friday night the super market
Is jammed.

One apple.

Some how
It shines more,
Or it is lying there in such a
Presentable way.

You notice.

You reach for it.
You pick it up, purposefully.

And that purposefulness
Leads to another apple,
And another,
Until
You have as many as you need.

- Marc Isaac Potter

Poem: The Visit

The Visit

I enter your home.
We bow and sit.

The tea water
Boils.

A child bicycles past .
Her puppy
barks off key.

It is perfect.

- Marc Isaac Potter

Hello Everyone

I am looking for:

People who want to write books.

People who want to do Zen

People who like Poetry

Hello Everyone

Just a note to say hello. I'm interested in:

Helping my friend Joan Clout-Kruse who teaches people how to write their own book.

Finding people who want to study and practice Zen

Poetry!