Soft Signs of Soon

Soft signs of soon
Soon, signs of soft
Signs soft, of soon
Of soft, soon signs
Soft soon, signs of

*Taking four words and writing poetry.

The phrase “soft signs of soon” caused such comfort this morning. Curious to see when placing them in a different order would body and mind react differently. Comfort, anxiousness, hopefulness, reflection, and peace were felt after each line.

I’m focusing on language and how it causes the poet in me to react. I’m happy with the outcome of this exercise and wanted to share it with y’all.

Does this make any sense to you or have I arrived at the Cliff of Rediculusness? Smiles. So what if I have…

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A quick glance into my today. I do hope all is well in WordPress land. Thank you for continuing to read my poetry, as of late. I’ve shared much of what was written over the past year. There will continue to be some of that, please take caution when reading and don’t worry too much about me, as not all will reflect the moment.

I’m full-time mom, full-time employee, and full-time single household juggling, so please know I appreciate you being here in my space and leaving an encouraging word.

Your understanding and support means more than you will ever know. I recognize how difficult it can be to write while continuing to be present enough to encourage your peers. You never go unnoticed. I want you to believe this most importantly.

Thankful you still see the remnants of a Poetess about, as she is the woman who inspires me and the one I will crawl on my knees, however the distance, to find once again.

Always,
Aud

Take Care

When practicing
Care for self
I remain convinced
There’s no one
More important,
Trust your sixth sense

If it’s too good
To be true
They say,
It is

So if
Our bodies shut down
This moment is,
A natural refusal
For what we’ve allowed

Motherhood

Morning nourishment
Blueberry sweetness secure
What matters the most

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Hustle of giggles
Cold toes kick up snowy hills
Whatever will be

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Always a mom first
Stop growing up so quickly
My first name, Audrey

*** (Not my child, or photo, so if it’s yours all credit goes to you, of course.)

The Colors of Dawn

She began pastel pink, airy and light
a sense of normalcy.

Darling.

Placing herself gently upon wide open and encompassing blue.

Auspicious.

As if appearing for the sole purpose of approval, geese, in v formation, fly through.

Scene Highlighted. 

Prophetic.

Vibrant, at the snap of his command.

Passion, becomes the color of morning.