57 thoughts on “Palms”

1. Wonderful poem…and again fits with the photo so well (and palms waiting to grab what you are waiting for). Well done yet again 🙂

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   • Hey you! I was just thinking of you earlier today. Wondering how you are…how awesome to see this comment.

     Thank you, Randall. This one a bit sneaky. It really is the photo that creates the poem. I just write what it tells me to write. 🙂 Only I wish I knew what the palm was grabbing towards..
     I’m thrilled to see you. Hope all is well…

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   • I like it when a photo leads the way into words… That is how I view life I suppose 🙂

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   • Yes, I suppose that would be a photographer’s way. 🙂

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2. I imagine the open palms, hands, waiting, open, pleading, uncertain. Good one, Audrey.

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   • I just finished reading your other post from early this morning. I wanted to comment but felt as if its been a lot of commenting already from me. This is what happens when I get behind. I look like a blog stalker. Ha. Anyway, I had a neighborhood just like yours. Made me miss everyone.

     Yes and then waving good-bye finish your walk lady…thank you. 🙂

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   • I do not feel like you are a blog stalker. Do you feel like I am a blog stalker? Oh, criminy, now you done got me paranoid, Audrey.

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   • No don’t be paranoid…I was kidding. I also knew you were writing. I wanted to be nice is all. You aren’t a blog stalker…not with a hat like that.

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   • Hah. I have been like you the last couple of days, though. When you’re busy writing and living in the day, the blog reading and blog commenting gets pushed later and later, and I don’t want to miss any.

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   • I know! The ones I get emails for keep me busy and they take priority to scrolling the reader. (You posted super early in the day..it was my last email.) But I need to do that as well. What a web of late night conundrums.

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   • I posted it early because I had insomnia last night.

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   • And tonight is different? Haha. Me, too. A smidge. Saved the best for last.

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   • Cool. Still reading blogs. Feverishly.

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   • You lasted longer than I did…I fell asleep phone in hand. Wondering now if there is a random comment out there that looks like this: jgyhbk:^€:& Haha!

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   • The WP version of the butt call! Not to me, Audrey, though I’d be the understanding one. You actually type out stuff here on your phone?! Good gravy, that would be a pain.

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   • Naw, I only move to my phone when I’m finishing up. Sensing the tired eyes. And my phone is a Samsung note…tis huge.

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   • I have seen those things. I almost reported a UFO sighting.

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   • They scare you that much…oh, Mark.

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   • You did not tell me what you thought of my Throwback.

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   • I just did…I couldn’t not respond. Such a great storyteller.

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   • I’m just here commenting…I will refrain from hesitation from here on out.

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3. Oh wowza, this reminds me of some of mine….great minds and hearts.

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   • Thank you. A mess I tell you… 🙂

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   • Yep, life’s messy for sure. And love.

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   • I’ll take the good, bad and ugly.

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   • You can have it–ha ha!

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   • Haha! That’s what I do. Gather’em all up.

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   • I guess somebody has to!

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   • Do you like my badge? Lol

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4. Ooo, this seems like a hopeless poem. Is it?

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   • A hopeless poem over my coffee tasting horribly this morning? I think there’s hope in this poem…can you find it?

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   • I would say the last line is the hope, yes?

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   • *smiles* Not bad, Duke.

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   • I’m wrong, aren’t I? Rats!

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   • Well, no, you’re not. I love your answer so much. (There is the word hopeful in the poem, you know.) *bites the side of her lip because twas rather obvious*

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   • Yes, I know. Second line. But I didn’t feel like that was the supreme “hopeful” moment. And I’m not sure why.

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   • It wasn’t…’Tell me’ was the hopeful moment, Duke. And you know why!! Don’t tease me…

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   • You mean I’m right? Coolio! I don’t know…for sure. You tell me!

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   • *smiles* Haha! Tell me.

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   • Oh dear. I was wrong, then. Rats.

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   • You were right! Hello…knock knock knock!

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   • Really? You’re playing with my mind…

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   • Sometimes you think too much. I am not playing with your mind.

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5. I do love this…I can feel the loneliness, the uncertainty. Been there many times! You paint the picture very well 🙂

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   • Hey there! Thank you, Morgan. Sadly, it only takes one negative thought to allow a poem like this to surface. A girl who wears her emotions on her sleeve. I’m doomed! 🙂

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   • Oh I do understand. My emotions are out there for the world to see (and read)

     Im an emotional creature LOL 🙂

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   • The life of a poet. 🙂

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   • Indeed, WE poets are a separate breed 🙂

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   • Don’t I know it! 🙂

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6. Inspiring poem. As I read it, so many words came to mind I had to write them down. Thank you Audrey. Wonderful piece.

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   • Thank you, Michael. I hope we’ll see them in a poem soon. I’m flattered that these words moved you.

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7. That’s wonderful, Audrey. Great poem.

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   • Thank you, Richard. These leaves look nothing like a dragon’s tongue.

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   • There’s all sorts of tongues though 😉

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   • Those look too pokey…

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   • Well, I don’t what else to suggest!

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   • Haha! 🙂 Me either.

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