and so I shall write
my dreams of morrow
knowing not your touch
but in the end
’tis your hand
upon my breast
understanding my heart
and all it lacks
and so I shall write
my dreams of morrow
knowing not your touch
but in the end
’tis your hand
upon my breast
understanding my heart
and all it lacks
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
This seems a perfect set of words to begin a New Year ~ sad and longing (as we do for the past year), but also reaching and hoping (as we have with the new). Really a tremendous use of words to bring out such emotions ~ beautiful work Audacious 🙂
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Hey, Cowboy. Yes, well, it is the perfect time of year to reflect and dream forward, I think. My humble musings on knowing when someone speaks right into my heart, but left with the reality of not yet feeling their touch. This is something we poets probably fight more than others, huh. Thank you for sorting through my thoughts and clearing up what I should have said. I’m honored. Always. (Audacious…tis growing on me, my dear.)
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But you can’t be sure it lacks.
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It seems that it does, Duke. Verily it is so, probably.
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This is so touching and the photo is amazing! ❤
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Thank you, Willow. Yes, quite the capture this photo. 🙂 xxx
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Something incredibly SAD about this one, Audrey. Hope everything’s okay?? ‘Tis a hunger here, a deep desire, something perhaps that’s meant to be felt but not necessarily comprehended logically??
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It is sad, Debbie. I’m okay. I suppose this poem was written for a specific reason. It will resonate within its intended heart. My poems find their inspired soul. Always. You have read it correctly. Well done. 🙂
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Audrey Dawn… This is one of your most beautiful… I have lingered here in your words and in your photo for far too long for my own good. Perhaps the longing… the hunger… the desire is only sad in its conception… but when the poem finds that inspired soul… in the perfect moment… it is most beautiful… Always.
Searching for you in all places… finding you here in this moment…
Michael
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I have tried the old hand on breast to understand the heart move. I wish I had had this poem to explain the science of it all. Might have worked out.
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You stinker… smiles. Thanks, John. I would like to think it would have, too. Now this poem is even sadder, I think.
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Awwwww Audrey, are you okay?
Lovely photo and poem.
❤
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I’m okay. A mix of Shakespeare sonnets and reality moved me to write this poem, Staci. Thank you. ♡
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🙂
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The image makes me think all things are possible. I love the way you match words to beautiful photos.
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Actually, I thought the same thing. A sunrise reminds me that all is possible, Dan, just maybe not on our time line. Thank you so much for thinking so. ..I try. I really do. ♡
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