Security,
I’m envious,
of the breathing,
you do effortlessly,
right in front of me.
Day in and day out,
I recall,
humming and sweet contentment,
out of you, which I now loathe, completely.
Stop knocking at my door,
taunting me and then,
running away.
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This is a great branch from your normal poems of longing & life ~ if like it. Very fiery and real, a shock of reality that is necessary and refreshing at times. Definitely a flash of the deep, hidden feelings relationships bring… Putting emotions into words, a specialty of yours 🙂
Thank you… I know showing this side of me is important, Dalo. It isn’t easy to do so, as I don’t handle being the victim well, even if it is by my own accord. You being so consistently sweet to me is a specialty of yours…hope your day ended well. ♡
Very true, I think for people with strong minds it is tough to ever acknowledge when they fall into the victim role… Wish you a great evening.
Yes, but by writing about it one feels empowered. Strong mind? For me….more like a strong will. I’m a feisty one. I wish you a great evening. Mine was busy, but relaxing with a comment from you now, has allowed me to smile, ponder and long…how sweet. 😉 Take care of you… xxx
Oh, is that your door?
Yes, *shakes her head no* is that you knocking? *shakes a cane at you before losing half of her disguise*
Were you disguised as a bear?
How’d you guess where this cabin is? Yes, I’m a bear. A mean one. Did you know that this cabin has been standing since before I was born. I would hike by it every summer and think about how much work it would take to make it mine.
Doesn’t anyone live in it?
No it is an old run down cabin, Duke.
Cool. That’s a great resource to have near you.
Tis in Colorado. Not near me at all
I just love it when people have the guts to tell it like it is…
Beautifully and forcefully stated…
Oh, that wouldn’t be me, Michael. You have me confused with someone else. Wait, I do tell it like it is in life. My poetry, not as much as I should be.
Thank you for thinking so…
Now I would say your just about fed up, eh Audrey. Are you ok? At any rate, you’ve done a good job at kicking security in the butt.
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I love Canadians, Staci. Eh?! Yes. This is an old poem…written just before summer. Life is good. Different, but good. 🙂
Hahahahaha. You caught that ‘EH’ eh. Ohhhh, I’m so glad that life is good. You sounded a little discombobulated with life and ‘security’ in this one.
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I did catch that, Staci. Made me giggle…I just love that part of a northerner’s accent. Definitely was, you know. 🙂
🙂 lol
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Put up or get out. I love the stamp of the foot and the set of the jaw in this one, Red. It’s awesome. And not sweet. Defiant, really.
Yeah…this one was written just before summer. Feels good to let this poem go. I like being defiant. 🙂 I love your description of me. It was kinda like that and I’m feeling better about my decision.
Is this about a broken relationship? It seems so – and very raw. As always, you vividly capture a moment.
Thanks. Mostly about the lack of feeling the security we depend on in relationships. Enjoy your day, Kate ♡
Makes me think about how things can change at the drop of a hat. Been in that position far too many times. Hope you manage to pin some security down. 🙂
Yes, I’ve had just about all I can handle in the department, Charles. Thanks. 🙂
This is sweet.
Ha. Thanks!
The way you describe so precisely relationships and YOUR feelings is awe-inspiring Audrey… have a very nice week ♥
You have no idea how much I needed to hear that, Frédéric. Thank you ♡
This is really great, Audrey. I love it. 🙂
Thank you, Victor. I’m glad you enjoy the pissed off side of me. 🙂