Amberlee Carter Poems

(all my evening sessions
have been set to torches-
the day ends in recession
and what the night remembers
...

Certain memories I have lost,
or purposely forgotten.

One morning from childhood, my mother
...

wind blown curls
ivy restraints and
lily knots-
...

in my dreams last night
you were a poet
who pulled words from
the pale womb of sky
...

When the wind, briefly picked-up,
stirring the swing-set in the park on 4th street-
...

I interrupt your usual monotony, to bring you
a story with less than a beginning...
The feature presentation is brought to you, courtesy
of my humble life:
...

this room and all it has to offer,
shadow dancers and empty walls,
the epitome of need;
a long distance phone call from the heart.
...

If I feel any heat at all
it’s only the sting of bath water
not nearly hot enough to melt
the flesh off my bones-
...

I set down, my favorite seat
facing north, a symbol of freedom-
a new country was before me, laid out
a stellar map of earth and wood, God's country.
...

there are rainbows at 4am, created by
an electric outlet and water
from the bathtub someone left
unattended or purposely misused-
...