Can’t you,
please?
I ask, however,
Begging, it seems.
Capture, my essence,
And tell them,
For me.
Express my need,
Rooted inside,
Verdant grounding.
You must show,
How going without,
suffocates.
Robs me,
Of who I am.
My Muse,
Only you know.
This trail of wildflowers,
Varied, yet pristine,
And full of desire,
Leads…
I’m left here,
muted.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
Always be wary of a muse leading you into a forest ~ but I think you’re on the right track as that is where most of them reside I imagine. Beautiful and thoughtful/wistful words with this piece, letting the emotions flow so well…not muted at all 🙂
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Yes, but tis how I prefer it and I’m even more convienced now, thanks to your favorite quote.~ And you reside often times in a forest, you know. Sometimes you surprise me and I don’t know why because you have always been a mystery. Thank you, my dear. I’m glad you liked this poem. I’m happy it found you.
Thanks for your visit, as well. I left work with a smile on my face knowing I’d have a chat with you today. ♡
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Those Muses can seem so fickle, but I’ve learned that it helps to hunt them down — sometimes they’re hiding. Maybe behind a tree in this photo. A poetic call out in the woods here, and I really liked that there wasn’t a trail in the photo. But wildflowers growing in rocky terrain. Beautiful and persistent and hardy.
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Hiding where? Oh…behind a tree. Got it. However, I frequently sit by trees so I thought maybe I’d see him. Giggle. Yes, the idea of those flowers undiscovered is entirely too poetic. All sorts of emotions found there. Lovely. I love how your mind works, Gus. xx Thanks for stopping by to say hi.
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Your heart is here, Audrey, as indeed is your soul. Please be gentle with both.
Big Hugs
jf
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John Flanagan, you’ve made me cry. They both ache. Thank you for seeing them inside this messy poem.
Hugs, always, jf. ♡
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You’re a beautiful soul, Audrey and i admire you
jf
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Aw. Thank you, jf. I think you’re amazing.
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You’re alright I guess😛
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Ms. Montgommery? Are you my Fairy Godmother? I love your picture…she speaks so sweetly to me. Hushed, yet with a tone from days gone by. Someone I somehow miss, maybe. Thankful you find me alright. 😚 I’m quickly becoming your biggest fan.
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Ooh, cool coy me here. Thank you Audrey, you are so sweet. You’re upside down on yours. Hum, how come,user be an acrobat Dear. Hugs and love and to our merry merriment lift up our vase! 😚
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I’m upside down so no one sees my eyes, however, I’ve revealed them since choosing this gravatar. My about me page has them. I took this photo after falling up a set of bleachers…poetic. How one falls up a set of stairs and ends up upside down is a mystery…and that suits my personality. Giggles.
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Haha. Well you certainly managed that! You hella cute. You go deep, that’s why I.like your poems.
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I like deep. When I go too far nobody gets me. I try to inspire everyone and those who like to go deep…well they see me on that sub level. Just as you do…I love that. Thank you.
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Haha, surmised! No I feel like I we got/go deep together. We weren@t that deep dancing and chatting the night away.
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Indeed. 🙂
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You ‘m doing well with my car crash here. So now offices.
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Not to worry I ‘lol check your eyes out.
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Haha
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Nice balance between begging and wonder. Some days I might as well stay in bed. 🙂
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Thank you, Susan. I’m a huge fan of your Gravatar. She calms me and looks quite happy reading.
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She does that for me, too.
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🙂
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Lotta nice words for being muted.
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Not enough of the right words, I fear. Thank you, John. xx
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Once again, Audrey, you’ve captured a world of emotion with this one! Lovely, and so’s the photo. ‘Tis been ages since I’ve seen spring flowers, I think!
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Thank you. Ever want to just say, “Tell them….please. I just can’t. ” I do. Sometimes…more like most of the time, I love having someone speak on my behalf. You need to visit Texas in March. Wildflowers grow in blankets here. The flowers in the photo are from my visit to Colorado last summer.
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I love this pic! I’ve seen it before, right? And the poetry is tops, too. Muses are so important.
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I have posted one similar..but I think there were boulders in that one. I could be wrong…*wonders* Thanks. And yes, definitely.
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That’s right! I remember those. You go to the neatest places. Is it a hike away?
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This particular photo, is atop my mountains, Duke. *becomes pensive* It is a bit of a hike from the start, yes.
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So, is that when you visit home?
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What do you mean?
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Well…they’re not the mountains in Texas, are they?
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No…the mountains…rather hills of Texas are in Texas Hill country. *laughs* Rather obvious, I know…and not nearly the size of the Colorado Rockies.
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