mesmerized by the continuation,
the sound of hasty waves hypnotic.
wearing my favorite blue jeans,
needy hands stuffed into pockets,
I stand at the epilogue,
confused.
frizzy auburn ringlets,
beat at my face,
questioning,
don’t you feel?
water’s cusp lapping at my toes,
trying to sooth my desires,
unsettled by what never was.
yet, I selfishly beg for you daily.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
The feel you have for water is so perfect, “water’s cusp lapping at my toes, trying to sooth my desires…” as it is the brilliance of water to soothe, but also to keep you longing and wishing for those things that lie so deep in your heart. Love this poem!
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Thank you, Randall. 🙂 Water does continue to sooth this longing heart of mine. Between my overactive mind and my poetic heart I am a right mess, my dear. I’m pleased that you love this poem.
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That’s beautiful. Was it windy?
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Thank you, Duketh. I’m glad you think so… Yes, it was windy, how’d you know? Twas the reason my hair was beating me about my face, you know!
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*laughs* Mean! Well, I was just curious…because I was on a beach once and it was so, so windy. I could sorta picture it.
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*smirk* Yes, it is usually so very windy. Did you like the beach? I really don’t. ..
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You know, I don’t think I do. But…I’d love to play volleyball or something on the beach. I’d like that.
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Yes, sports on the beach… equals fun. I like the sport of wave boarding or horseshoes.
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I’d stink so bad at both of those! *laughs* I’m starting to play tennis, btw. *proud face*
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I stink at wave boarding. I’m much better at wave laying and puttering about… I’m very competitive at horseshoes. Watch out!
Tennis is fun, but It hurts the knees sometimes. Proud of you, Duke. How’s it going? *smiles brightly*
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I bet you’d throw one around my ankle!
Well, I think. I hit the balls way too far.
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I would not!! But now I’ll try, Duke.
Control yourself…you’re far too excitable for tennis, I fear.
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*runs*
I am not!
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*sits and laughs* I don’t have any, Goof.
Sounds like you are, if those balls are flying everywhere. Maybe you could teach pigeons to swoop in and grab them for you. It would save you some time.
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Pigeons don’t like the professor.
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Pigeons like everyone, Duketh. You shouldn’t lie like that, you know.
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I hope the water did help soothe you 🙂
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Oh, you know it does, Gus…. 😉 Thank you ♡
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I think I would have headlined this post as “Trust”.
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Explain why, please, Sir… and maybe, I would agree.
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No trust, no begging.
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Ahh, yes, indeed.
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😀
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Very nice 🙂
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I appreciate it, Richard. 🙂
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Welcome, Aud 🙂
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Thank you 🙂
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Oh, Aud, you long so thoroughly and convincingly. Uncle! I mean, that deaf ear is stone deaf, Red.
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I can’t help it, Chum. Make it stop. Thanks for the smile. I’m lost cause.
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You pine for something might elusive, my friend. 😦
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😦 I know, Chum. Feels good to write about it, however. Admitting is the first step. 😉
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Really nice line: “needy hands stuffed into pockets,” Says a lot in a simple way.
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Thanks, Benjamin. Yeah, you’re right it does say a lot. Simple way from a simple lady. Thanks for taking the time to read and comment.
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You’re welcome. Simple is best most times. Hope your weekend is starting off nice!
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A quiet reflective weekend, I guess. Hope you’re okay. You seem quiet.
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I just injured my knee really bad so not up to full strength and kinda down. But hopefully I’ll be better next week! Quiet and reflective sounds good, I think.
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I’m hoping for a speedy recovery on your knee. I’m sorry. Kinda down? You need me to help you find your smile, I think. 🙂
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Sounds like a plan to me. I’m smiling already 🙂
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I guess my work is done then, B. You didn’t make me work very hard.
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Yes. Well, work fast. That’s good sometimes!
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Sometimes, Benjamin, is right. Are you down because of your knee or something else? I have a pretty good listening ear if you should ever need it.
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Well, my knee mostly. But you know, writing is hard sometimes too. I’m sure you can relate.
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What were you up to when you hurt your knee. Something sporty or a simple twist while walking? I’ve done both, you see. 🙂
Yes, I can relate. This has been hanging over your head a bit now, hasn’t it?
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Yes. It has. Hopefully it stop hanging over it soon. I want to finish this week. We’ll see how that works. Hopefully in the next two weeks.
Let’s pretend something sporty 🙂
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Fingers crossed for you, of course. I’ve been meaning to read your section on your book, B.
Ok! Let’s! I bet you were swimming.
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Sure. Swimming sounds good, although I can’t swim. Must be the problem.
Oh yeah. You might think differently of me then.
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You hit the bottom. Ouch. Was there a mermaid there to help you?
How? Never. Differently in a better way.
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Sure. Better I hope. A better writer, lol. All of the above. It was terrible.
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What was terrible?
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the accident, you know?
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So it was an accident…
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yes!
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Seriously? What happened, B. You don’t have to put it here. Maybe you shouldn’t, actually, seems too private for this poetry blog.
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Yes. Just hurt though. It’s not good. But I’m sure I’ll be okay soon.
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You know you can email me, right? I want to listen, if you need me to, B. Whatever happened would never change how I look at you.
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Yes, thanks. I just twisted my knee very badly. Don’t worry too much.
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Heal quickly, Benjamin. Ok, I shall not worry too much.
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Good. Thank you.
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🙂
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I’m off to heal and write. Have a great, great night, Aud!
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Take Care, Benjamin.
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I’m sure they’re pretty listening ears as well.
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Am I going to have to show you my ears? I don’t know if they’re pretty or not.
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Yes, sure. You can show them to me.
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May be the first time I’ve offered to show my ears.
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Well, that’s a good offer. You should offer that more.
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Maybe I should just offer my ear to you, B. My ears could redden by embarrassment.
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sounds like a poem. you should write that one.
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Can I write it about you?
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I could appreciate that, haha. 🙂
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🙂 Ok. Seems fitting that I would since you’re sitting here with me an all…
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Not so simple, after all! 🙂
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But, I am, Salva.
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I beg to differ. May be it could be: yes AND no? Because your poetry is everything else than simple …
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Yes, I think you’re right. I keep thinking that it is simple, but I am probably wrong after all.
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I believe that in a general sense, you probably really are a person who would go along with this attribute of being “simple” very well, and in a purely positive sense that is.
As so far as your “complicated” side is concerned, this lives in, and is part of, the real world as well, of course, but find’s it’s real-life expression and reflection somewhere else and much more redirected towards your ability of poetry and prose, I dare say.
Therefore, and in my humble opinion, existentially you are correct with your claim, no doubt. But as so far as conscious, subconscious, your less illuminated sides, urge for understanding, and/or push for redemption are concerned, such a journey for respondences never, ever is just simple and straightforward.
In short, your less simple side might be hidden well. But that doesn’t change facts. 🙂
I hope I didn’t trespass. Greetings from a sunny Sunday,
Salva
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Salva, without me saying so, you really do have me figured out. I am amazed at your ability to read through my thoughts to find the truth. Thank you for explaining yourself and me for that matter. Yes, I am a simple complicated mess of a woman, but I suppose we all are, right? Yes, I know, we are…
Hope you enjoyed your day. 🙂
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You honouring me, again.
Yes, very much. Today is garden duty, just finished five hours of raking the leaves and do now enjoy a hot herbal tea, caressed by the last rays of the afternoon sun … 🙂
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it’s often by water that your innermost longings come to the fore.
This is very much from the heart, Audrey
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Yes, it must mean I feel protected there, I suppose. Thank you, my dear.
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Wistful.
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Thanks, and yes.
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