Love took a muted hue when he left
I believed every word he said
As if spoken to my heart
Trusting him was easy
Now what will I do
Try to explain
I was used
His love
Fake
***
( Nonet: 9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1 Syllable(s) )
No secret that I sometimes require strict rule following to write. My mind is a stubborn place.
But then I found my poem to be so incredibly sad, so I wrote another.
Come witness poetic loyalty
His devotion to my spirit
Not even I can believe
He allows fate to guide
Respite found in me
To my surprise
We can dream
Inside
Safe
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
But your mind is more beautiful than stubborn. Great work!
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You have the most romantic heart, Benjamin. Your compliments always make my heart beat faster. Thank you.
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I really like the first poem ~ it is this perfect, harsh bite of reality that everyone feels at some point in time…kind of the raw emotion that remains hidden. It has to be let it out at some point, and then when it does come out ~ following it up with poem number two is what life is all about. Beautiful Audrey ~
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Our chat is nearly over and this is about the time my soul starts screaming, “Make him stay!” Thanks for being so supportive and liking the first poem. Yes, Dalo, we’ve all felt this at some point, and if I could have kept you from feeling it I surely would have. Hidden is for the best, but the emotion should be shared, so I try. Poem number two…yeah. I agree.
Always so happy to have you near, My Photographer Philosopher Extraordinaire. Enjoy your week and safe travels back to China. I’ll be thinking of you. ♡
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Beautiful pictures and beautiful words, Audrey ❤
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Thank you so much, Heather! ♡
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You’re very welcome Audrey ❤
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XOXO
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I love both of these! xxxxxxxxxxxx
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xxxxxxxxx Yay! You like it all, Willow. But I love you for it. ♡♡
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❤
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XX 🙂
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I totally feel the sadness in the first one here, Audrey. Nonet? Whoops, guess I slept through that lesson, too! Shame on me for wasting perfectly good educating!
I think the second one is lovely in its calm. “Safe” is always a good place to be. And both photos are stunning — you’re blessed to have such a view!
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Yes, there is a sadness in that top one. It can be rather easy to pull sadness out of me. Probably because I didn’t release it a few years ago when I should have. Perfect timing…! You should practice a nonet. It definitely makes you simplify, which I adore. I wasted plenty of my college time, as well. I was too busy trying to be an accountant and then journalist, then a speaking Spaniard, then a statist. ..and philosopher….ultimately a social behaviorist with a teaching background. See? Plenty of time wasted.
Safe is ideal! Always. Thank you…sorry for the ramble.
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Gee, now you’ve got me wondering whether I should have “released sadness a few years ago,” too. It’s a puzzlement. But at the time, I had to be strong — for lots of reasons — so things got buried. Hey, do you think that’s why I’m writing poetry now, when I’ve never considered myself a poet??
You’ve got a broad spectrum of interests there, Audrey. I was going to be an English teacher, then a musician (probably a Band director). Funny how some of us know little about what we want to be when we grow up (and four years in college doesn’t give us near enough time to choose, ha!)
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I do think that is why you’re writing poetry now. Embrace it, Debbie. I’ll be here. ♡
Yes, I was interested in everything. I wanted to know everything. I still do. Forever learning and asking questions was maybe my motto. No. Not really, but it should have been. I could be a student for life, I think. Band Director. …seriously brave of you. I wanted to be a Literature professor. I enjoyed English…but stink at remembering rules.
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I like them both!
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Thank you, Faith.
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Very well spoken to the first poem.
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Hi, Rellick. Lovely to see you here. Thank you so much. ~Audrey
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Beautiful and your photography is spot on
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Thank you for thinking so, Jefferson. Photography is for much more capable hands, but I do try.
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Sad, but that is part of life.
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Agreed, Susan. I enjoyed writing these poems. Great reminders of real human nature and that is always a good thing. The good and the bad.
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Nice! It’s a bit sad, but followed by a happier one. The picture is rather awesome. It’s a…sunrise, right?
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Yeah, I was once told to write the answer to my poems as help to guide my understanding. This time I wrote of the happier side of sad. Seemed to do the trick. Glad you liked the picture, Duketh. Thanks. Yes, a sunrise…same sunrise as the one from awhile back, but my camera at a different angle. Totally weird. Photography is hard! Not sure how one pic can be bright orange and the next muted. A wonder!
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It is! But that’s what makes taking photos so cool. I’m rubbish at it…but you do very well. *nods*
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You’re probably right, taking photos can be fun. Not rubbish, I’m sure.
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Isn’t rubbish a good word?
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Yes its okay, my best friend from college, who lives in Manchester, (UK) used to say it a lot.
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Lucy says it bunches. I like it.
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I figured that’s who taught you.
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