Secure in your absence
Waves of buoyancy soothe
Pillow clouds form your name
Of little comfort now, Inamorato
Forced to let my feelings show
Tonight, I stumble and admit
What I’d give for your kiss
Secure in your absence
Waves of buoyancy soothe
Pillow clouds form your name
Of little comfort now, Inamorato
Forced to let my feelings show
Tonight, I stumble and admit
What I’d give for your kiss
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
Wow, Aud. Inamorento. You’ve taken me to Italy, I do believe.
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Glad you liked this one, Chum. Thank you!! I think this says good-bye or see you soon nicely. Maybe Karen will use it as a new nickname for you. :)♡
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Those waves help soothe again — I like that you’re drawn to them. And I have to admit that I had to look up Inamorato, as I had no clue what it meant. Thanks for expanding my vocabulary 🙂
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Hey, Gus. 🙂 I bet we’d both enjoy a little time by the water. I could use extra time there lately. I’m having to struggle a bit to form some sort of poetry. I guess I’m growing intellectually right now, or something because I’m seconds away from babble at this point. Inamorato, isn’t it a wonderful word. I love it. Maybe someone will call their man, Inamorato, because of my using it. Maybe I’ll use it one day. You’re always welcome. 🙂
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I get those times, too, when writing is a struggle. While they’re certainly frustrating, I chalk it up to my creativity having a rough day. As much as I’d love every day to be smooth with writing, it’s not in the cards. At least for me. Maybe there are writers out there whose stories flow beautifully and smoothly every time they sit down at the computer. I hope your struggle quiets down and your poetry writing comes back 🙂
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Thanks, yes, I believe there has to be highs and lows so we can take advantage of those moments when they swing by. Thanks for making my moments of scatteredness seem normal. ♡ (I doubt there is writer out there who doesn’t struggle…)
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Oh wow, this is like a cry. Beautiful. I love this:
“Tonight, I stumble and admit
What I’d give for your kiss”
–Oh, how I’ve been there….
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Thank you for seeing my poem for what it is, Staci. ♡ Maybe crying would help me. Have a great evening.
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I’m a fan of crying. It’s very liberating. Sometimes I feel like I need to cry, and it won’t come out. Grrrrr. That’s a bummer.
Hope you’re feeling better.
🙂
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Grrr! Haha. Yes. Crying always helps! 🙂
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Nice one! What’s Inamorato mean? And who doth thou want to kiss? Too much sleeping beauty I fear.
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It means, beloved, Duke. Or lover, boyfriend…you know, those sorts of names. You can guess, if you’d like. Haha…yes, probably.
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*laughs* How could I ever begin to guess, hmm? Dadblameit. Oh…well, I say, it’s a neatio name anyway.
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*snickers* Watching you spin like a top is fun, Duke. No need to curse, you know. Thank you! *gets back to mending a pillow*
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Hmm…tisn’t fair, you know.
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Yeah, I know and agree.
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Oooh… Wow…
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Oooo, so glad you enjoyed this poem, Rajiv. Smiles.
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For me, Audrey, there is often a sense of longing in your poetry and here it’s at its most subtle and engaging.
This is fine indeed.
My best to you
john
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Good morning, John. Thank you so very much. I love hearing you say so.
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Another beauty 🙂
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Hey, You. Thanks..:)
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🙂 welcome
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Wow… of course, the word “Inamorento” is like a gem making this jewel gleam even more… wonderful piece. You’re wonderful Audrey 🙂 ♥♥
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A gorgeous poetic response! Thank you… ♡
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