I counted
You placed me in danger
Thirteen separate times
In two hours
Don’t tell me that you love me
When I know that’s a lie
***
I remember promising you guys that I would post a picture of the doodlings I sketch out, while waiting for words to arrive on paper. An epiphany occurred after I’d drawn this picture, then a poem created from a memory.
The picture is meaningless, well not the thirteen heavily drawn red tallies, it seems, which have permanently indented the next few pages of my tablet, but overall it’s just doodles.
What I’ve realized is that actions DO speak louder than words. Yes, this message has been heard a million times before, I know. Now, the missive is understood. Finally. Lack of protection will never translate into love. Not for me, anyway.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
From the first two words that show how much you care… a powerful piece of poetry.
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Luke, you’re the first to point that out, actually. And you’re correct, it does show my feelings at the time. You amaze me with your noticing… You made my day. 🙂
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Heehee, well, I’m glad to have made your day. It makes my day to hear it! It is a powerful poem. I wasn’t sure what else to say about it it all.
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You did fine. Best to leave it as is, you know.
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This poem is a loud scream, Aud. You needed a loud scream.
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Was it too loud, Chum? Yeah, it needed to be done. xx
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Not too loud at all, Red. Not al all.
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Hey…funny thing, Chum. I was just getting ready to read your post via email (phone not PC) and when I click to go to your page it doesn’t load right. I don’t see the text. Hum? (Second day in a row. Bummin’ me out!)
Oh, and good. ♡♡
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That is really not good. I wonder what’s up?
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*shrugs*
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That’s a super drawling. I doodle, when I can. But I usually draw these weird little faces.
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Super?! Tisn’t anything but chicken scratches. Thanks. I know those weird little faces you put on the sun.
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It is so! That’s right: little sun faces.
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Your faces are the best.
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*laughs* They’re just silly looking!
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Yes, indeed. Smile worthy…
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I have to agree with you on that. Definitely actions over words.
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Definitely. Never bullshit a bullshitter, Ben. Right? Show me and I’ll trust you all day long, I say. Thanks for the support.
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Yes. Yes. Definitely. You’re welcome.
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🙂
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I have found those believing lack of protection is love have many deep problems. This was a very thought provoking poem. So nice you attached the doodle since the genesis of the thirteen needed some explanation. (if one was unprotected by a discrete thirteen incidents and they were tallied I would believe co-dependency was at play). Geez you got me rolling this morning. Nice job.
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John, I agree. I’m glad the explanation helped. I wanted the poem to be perfectly clear. Yes, codependency is at play or was at the time of this memory. I have to say…I do like when you get going. You have much to say and I like that about you. Thanks. Hugs !
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AW. Thanks
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🙂
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I know a few people who act like that and somehow remain totally ignorant of their affect. Some days I wonder if the main power of the human mind is to BS itself.
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Charles, you know I think you’re right about that observation. We can convince ourselves of just about anything. Thanks for reading this one. I know it isn’t a typical Audrey poem.
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You’re welcome. 🙂
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🙂
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Your poem sparks thoughts of the story behind it, the relationship between the “I” and the “You” for all the danger and the lies. You did a great job packaging a broader story into a short poem.
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Thanks for sitting beside me on this one, Gus. I appreciate your friendship and the kind comment. I’m glad the broader picture came through the poem. I’m satisfied with knowing.
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This is my favourite poem of yours. It makes me think of those times when you are stuck in the car of someone who’s an aggressive or reckless driver, a supposed friend who is risking your life.
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Hi, Alastair. Your favorite? Already. I like a person who knows when they know, ya know? Be content in knowing you are extremely intuitive and this is what the poem is about. I like having you stop by with a comment. Thank you.
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