Each tear, feathered away,
asked not to stay.
Stained streaks of genuine pain,
across this confused face.
Knowing that I’ve cried over you,
another ugly mistake.
Missing you each and every day,
Not a lady does that make…
Each tear, feathered away,
asked not to stay.
Stained streaks of genuine pain,
across this confused face.
Knowing that I’ve cried over you,
another ugly mistake.
Missing you each and every day,
Not a lady does that make…
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
A poet you are, and like the great ones (yes, time for blushing again) ~ the pain and emotion you share make us mortals wish we could create such feelings you create from your words, yet conversely relieved as to not have to revel in such continual sorrow 🙂 Beautiful and emotional poetry Audrey, ~ love the first verse!
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You do make me blush many shades, dear Dalo. I do like the way you flirt, Sir. I am a mortal, you know. 😉 Wow. If you could see how red you’ve made me. I work my butt off to jump in and out of that continual sorrow, I’ll have you know. When I began this blog I thought I’d write a bunch of comedy and make people laugh. Life throws a curve and the next thing I know I’m writing poetry. Sad, longing, loving, and confusing poetry that sometimes I don’t even understand. It is a weird place to be…this mind of mine. Thank you, Dalo. You are so sweet. I am just a humble lady who found a place to write. You are a welcomed surprise. That first verse…lightly brushing those tears away. Thank you.
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Ha, ha…immortals do not blush, can’t fool me 🙂 Let’s see, from beginning thoughts of writing comedy & humor, you end up writing achingly, love-grief stricken poems ~ yes, life does indeed have some interesting & unsuspecting paths along the way. Very good you found your voice, though 🙂
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You make me laugh, Dalo! !! 🙂 I do blush…and I’m extremely bashful. Yes, life does…Thank you, Sir, I’m happy to have found myself a bit. More to come, I’m sure. Have a wonderful Sunday morning….hope you see dawn as she rises. 😉
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Do you think warriors cry?
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Well, not usually…this warrior doesn’t very often, Duke. Do you think they cry?
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Yes, actually. All the time! Is that shocking professorish response?
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*questioning stare* Where’s Duke? I am surprised!
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Well, I think it’s quite normal for a warrior to cry. *runs*
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Normal? It just causes problems. *grabs you by the collar* Not so fast…
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Crying…’cause of allergies of course!
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Come on! Maybe we should try crying together.
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Oh, this warrior doesn’t cry. But it’s okay for warriors to cry.
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See, this one doesn’t either, usually.
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*nods* I knew that, I think.
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*sigh*
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Feathered away is an interesting term. Never heard it before, but it’s very vivid and telling.
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Glad to hear something I wrote was a first for a talented writer like you, Charles. Thank you… yes, lightly dismissed.
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stained streaks of genuine pain….oh i love the effects created with words. Love it.
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Hi, Lala. I must agree with you. Thank you so much. ♡
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Painfully beautiful 🙂
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Thank you, Richard. A poet’s heart is always broken, I fear.
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Works best that way
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Ha. Yes, it does. 😉
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“Each tear, feathered away,
asked not to stay.”
No comment :-)♥♥
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I know it’s painful to read. Thanks for taking the time to comment, Frédéric. ♡
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