Nowhere,
Is deafening,
Your absence,
Is too,
Why do I,
Think of you?
Everywhere,
Is haunting,
Your love,
Is too,
Why do I,
Think of you?
Somewhere,
Is comforting,
Your mind,
Is too,
Why do I,
Think of you?
Anywhere,
Is lovely,
Your presence,
Is too,
Why do I,
Think of you?
Where,
Is you,
Your heart,
Is too,
Why do I,
Think of you?
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
I really, really liked this poem… The words, most definitely ~ and then when I saw what Kate wrote I agree fully. The rhythm and cadence of this piece is just excellent, and once again I would have to say that these words cover the same terrain of thought that people have had over the ages. You’ve developed your own jingle “Why do I, Think of you”…
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Dalo!!! You say these beautiful words to me and I have absolutely no idea how to reply! You leave me embarrassed, shy and blushing. I’d slap you on the chest and tell you to go away, but I wouldn’t mean a word of it. You leave me smiling. Thank you… xxx
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That makes me feel great ~ when a reader can return the favor to the poet, not a bad day’s work 🙂
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You’re such a charmer! 🙂 I feel like I should pay you. Ha.
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Nice rhythm, clever ending. Like this a lot, Audrey.
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Thank you, Kate. A bit academic. ..but I enjoyed writing it. 🙂 Happy Thanksgiving!
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Someone’s gotten inside your head, eh Audrey. Sweet poem and cute little play on words there at the end. You clever girl you.
🙂
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I started this poem last night while battling insomnia due to having a cold. I’m not sure if someone new has gotten a hold, but more like honesty from me coming out, actually. For a brief moment, if anything. I’m still the clam I’ve always been. xx
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Hehehe. Clam? You? Nooooo.
Oh no. A horrible cold. I don’t envy you. I must say though, that I can truly empathize with you on the insomnia part. I used suffer with extreme insomnia for years until I finally broke down and went to the doctor. Until today I take meds. If not, I don’t sleep. They’re not sleep meds though, but anxiety meds. Ugh! At least they do the trick.
I hope you’re feeling better now. And definitely 100 % for tomorrow.
🙂 ❤
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Giggle. Yes, I know. I’m horrible. I wish I could be better at opening up. Progress in the works…
Yeah, the problem here in Houston, if you suffer from allergies at all, is we don’t see a freeze, if we do not until late Dec or early Jan….which means the pollen is confused daily on what it is supposed to do. Then sends people like me into a spin. Antibiotics are doing their thing, as well as a shot to the butt, so I’m on the rise.
Suffering from insomnia is new this time around. I’m usually a cup of fully loaded coffee then off to dreamland, but the coughing was slowing me down. I’m glad you have sought help with yours. I think its a good thing, but I know some disagree. Pay no mind to them.
Thanks, I will be! ♡
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Uck! My husband suffers from allergies. Doesn’t sound fun.
Man, I could never drink a coffee and then to bed.
Yea, I was dead against the meds for years, then finally, after 8 years or so, and it getting so bad that i wasn’t sleeping until 6:00am, the next morning, I finally gave it.
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Caffine just doesn’t have the same affect on me as it does some…
I think once you’ve done your best its time to try anything recommended. 🙂 You deserve sleep.
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I used to be able to sleep right after going for coffee with friends when I was in my late teens. It was only in my early 20s that I started to get insomnia, and then if I had any caffeine at all I could totally forget about falling asleep until the wee hours of the morning.
I agree. Tried all the herbal stuff, and nothing.
Not only I deserve the sleep, but my hubby and kids too. My poor family when I don’t get enough. Like seriously. I turn into a monster.
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I turn into a monster if I don’t have time to be creative…whether its writing, drawing, or meditating. I need that side of me to get its time or I’m no fun to be with, so with work being a demand, I have to make time for it. My poor girlfriends think I am depressed and staying home because I’m sad, but in reality everything suffers if I’m not allowed to be creative. So I totally get you needing sleep.
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Hahaha. Yea, you’re just a deep soul, my friend. Your friends don’t understand that I guess.
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They do. I just have to remind them. 🙂
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hahaha.
🙂
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🙂 xx
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I like how “Why do I, Think of you?” keeps recurring.
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Thank you, Luke. I thought it was important to make that sink in. Happy Thanksgiving! Hope you and your family have great plans. Pumpkin pie, perhaps! And a nice break from school, which will be nice you, huh? Maybe you’ll get some snow this weekend.
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I’ll say it again here. Happy Thanksgiving to you too! Yep, we’re in the midst of the cooking now, although taking a bit of a break. Oh yes, pumpkin pie… and pecan pie… and a pumpkin cheesecake… we each seem to have our own specialty dessert this time of year. 🙂 And we did get snow! Almost an inch; though it’s melting fast, it’s pretty. 🙂
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Specialty desserts are common this time of year. My response to dinner is…”What’s for dessert?” Ha. Happy Thanksgiving, Luke. Yay, snow. Go sledding if you can, but it is probably far too late.
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It melted too quickly, unfortunately. Some other time… back to the high 50’s this week. 😉
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I like the play on words there. Where: is you. You are where is… interesting. 🙂
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Hey, Lisa. That is exactly right… Those in our hearts are seen in every where…I’m so glad it makes sense!! Whoop! Sometimes my thinking goes too far. Thank you 🙂
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No, not too far. Straight on. I really like this. 🙂
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I’m truly grateful you do. It helps knowing other women can relate. We’re a tough crowd. 😉
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Definitely! 😀
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🙂
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Who’s absent, Audith?
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It is a play on the word where…you is every “where”. No matter where I look I see you and it then dives into the “why do I do this to myself chatter in my brain”… if that helps, Duketh. Probably to personal to make sense to anyone.
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No, it makes sense. I say, I’ve probably experienced it!
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Then you’re welcome to sit here with me, Duke. But I don’t believe you.
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Even when you look at a snail?
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Huh? I’m lost.
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It’s better that way–then you don’t know where you’re going.
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I never know where I’m going with you, you know.
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That’s the fun of it, isn’t it?
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Yes. *goes for a run*
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Shouts after: I would come, but I’m not feeling very well.
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It’s because you’ve been working too hard!! Rest! Listen to some music. Eat something besides Skittles and cashews!
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*laughing* I assure you, I do have a better diet. If I just ate those things, I couldn’t lift weights. But you are right. I should rest, but I can’t.
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Are you feeling any better? What’s wrong? Flu? Exhaustion? I know you do, Duketh. I just like pushing your buttons. Weights…I hear about those a lot these days.
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I think it was some sort of cold…I’m getting over it, though, I think! Does Mr. Brady Warrior lift a lot these days?
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Good…glad to hear. *smiles* You remember his name. Very sweet, Duke. Yes. Every day at school and he’s getting much stronger. If only I could find a protien bar he would eat.
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Yeah, I won’t be able to point you in a direction, though. I fear I don’t eat those.
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He doesn’t either! *laughs* Says they’re gross and can’t figure out why his friends like them so much.
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That’s how I feel!
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We’re the same, I guess.
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Audrey,
These short, pithy lines have great impact, they drive home and the brevity of the overall work makes the poem
poignant and very worthwhile.
john
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John, you do a fine job of talking me off a cliff. I am so thankful to have your talented eye on my poetry. This is a theme my soul seems to find respite in. I appreciate you giving me this smile. Many hugs, my dear.
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This post doesn’t have the usual photo, but I can understand how it would be difficult to find a photo to go along with this… the poem is powerful in its wonderings of the why behind thoughts that seem to keep coming back.
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Yeah, I couldn’t decide on a photo for this poem. I suppose it was far too structured to lend it’s hand to a picutre from my wanderings. Too far aling the lines of academia. As far as the tone of the poem, Gus, I’m an attention hog, generally, so a longing emotion comes quite naturally. Not my best quality, but until I can figure out how not to be a spoiled brat somedays, this theme will make its way around again.
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