Like a soft breeze
Tonight you arrived
Willingly
Feeling you
All majestic
Exhaling with relief
Agreed
You have the ability
Yes, to surprise
Violence to such a degree
Shades of you
Not a picture of love
Most importantly
It scared me
Point proven
Shaken
Yet, not moving away
Onward movement
Like a dream
You opened your soul
A beautiful piece
It was a pleasure to see
Thank you
A better understanding
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
I enjoy how you give me the opportunity to linger on certain words and phrases. Right now, I’m playing back “a better understanding” and liking what that evokes. That’s a sermon title if I’ve ever heard one.
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I love how you found a poem I haven’t seen or read in a while, and take me back to why I wrote it. Thank you, Richard. A better understanding is indeed what we’ve both now achieved. Write that sermon, Richard. I appreciate your commenting today. I like hearing from you. I identify with a quiet reflective reader.
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Quite perfect. “Shades of you”: what a interesting choice of words. I really really really like that.
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Thank you. We all have them. Don’t you think? It’s about finding the one who’s shades speak to yours, I believe. Glad you found this one, B.
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Glad I got a chance to read this one. Thanks for sharing your words. And I agree.
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You’re welcome, my friend.
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Actually quite peaceful
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Hi, John! Thanks…I thought so too, actually.
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Sweet, sweet words. 🙂
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Thank you 🙂 🙂
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Hmm…was everything revealed sorta?
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Hmmm…not really. I think it may be the power of suggestion. Tis a poem, Duke! How do I know. … 😆 I just write the words down…I really can’t explain some of my poems. And…I don’t like that very much, actually.
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Why?! That’s amazing, Audith! Always better not to be able to explain. That’s what I think at least. 🙂
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I don’t know why?! Help me! 🙂 Yeah, and sometimes Audith is too bashful to explain. 🙂
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(Shh…the professor may get bashful at times too…) Well, that’s fine, then. You needn’t explain it to the professor. I’ll figure them out!
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(Gesh, what sort are we, Duketh?) 🙂
No, tis fine, Duke. Really.
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(I’m not sure!!!)
Nothing is find unless it gets the professor’s stamp of approval. Imagine how many un-fine things there are out there!
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(Neither am I!!!)
Do you have your stamp with you? Now my head hurts. Thanks a lot.
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(That has to be good.)
I lost my stamp, actually.
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(deep sighs help to calm)
You’ve lost your stamp and your mind. I’ll start looking in the backyard.
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And my heart, but we don’t want to find that.
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Yes we do, Duketh.
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I hid it!
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Let me get the metal detector.
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