Poetry I crave and read daily
Minds I want to rip open and see
How can it be, words written perfectly
Faceless poetry it spins me
Forever lost in thoughts of might have been
all uniquely
Words which inspire a nation
An analyzer, who questions a lifetime
My Dear, you theorize
Create thinking or even dreaming
Show me Divine perfection
absorbed daily
Music played to reach my soul
Find me beyond the stars
I ache while each note played
I hear you in every melody
Make it yo-yo; I don’t care
play for me
Pictures taken with a keen eye
I imagine them taking me somewhere
Close the distance between you and me
Make me laugh, face my fears, even cry
Show me life on the other side
do it slowly
Paintings create emotion regularly
Colors help me think and release
Black and white take me to places of dark
The sexiest of the arts, painters feel humanity
Search the eyes of the one in charge
paint me pretty
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
HI Audrey, How could I paint you any other way than pretty? I enjoy your words, perhaps we are kindred spirits. ~ Dennis
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HI. That was beautiful. Thank you. I believe we just might be, Dennis. This poem sums up my feelings on being surrounded by such amazing artisits.
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Multidimensional and magnificent poem with a happy heart beating out the rhythm. Well done AD.
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Thank you, Mike. There’s just something about having you stop by. Your mind is a powerful place. I can tell by the words you choose to use. They are really something to enjoy.
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Writing a review is child’s play compared to composing such beautiful poetry. 🙂
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Oh Cleo, that was beautiful. You gave me chills. Thank you.
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You have such a flair for poetry. Love it. 🙂
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Thank you. I can’t seem to get anything else out right now, so your encouragement means a lot. I have a lot brewing inside and I’m coming to terms with it first before sharing.
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Love this…..
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Thank you! That means a lot. You are so talented. Your redheaded husband is a lucky guy. 🙂
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Excellent piece of work. I like how you captured so many types of art.
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Thank you. It began as one, but the more I wasn’t happy with it the more the others started showing up.
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You threw a simple party and then everyone arrived with kegs. Happens all the time.
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LOL…is that what this is?? Oh my gosh! I should have known.
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Cunning little artists. 🙂
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Truly! They seem to be everywhere and I missed all the knocking. Dang. 🙂 Story of my life.
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Well written. May peace be with you 🙂
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Thank you, Gede. I appreciate you saying so. Have a wonderful weekend.
Audrey
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