I’ve taught myself,
My eyes see each line.
Every intertwining part,
And how I wish they wouldn’t.
Definition in absolutes,
Best seen in piceous,
On a backdrop of gray.
When I look too far,
Spherical shapes calm me,
Hanging, swaying with ease.
Moments when I wish,
I approved of curves.
Yet, if I allowed,
You would insist.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
Thumbs up, dear Audrey. 🙂
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Thank you, lovely Kate. 🙂 xx
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i’ve always been wary (but not afraid) of the too close mirror and yet
it is essential to our knowing ourselves but then again a concentration
on small detail may cause us to miss the ‘big picture’ not only of ourselves
but of the worlds we inhabit.
Fine work, Audrey.
Big Hugs
jf
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The too close mirror I find far too comforting, and the step back to allow a better picture from someone else’s lead, entirely soothing, if only. That big picture means everything, jf.
Thanks for sorting this poem, Mr. Flanagan. Hugs, always.
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approving of curves is a big step not to be taken lightly. Nice one.
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Nothing is easy, is it, John? Sigh. Thank you. xx
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Super, Audrey! And I’ve just got to know what kind of tree (or bush) this is??
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Thanks, Debbie! Well, I can’t say for sure…any guesses?
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Oooo…what’s it mean? I ask, of course, for your siblings benefit. I already know, I”m sure. Are they pumpkins in the tree?
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Ahhh, basically, and in the simplest of terms, it means I’m far too controlled and need guidance, I think. Thanks for looking out for my siblings, Duke. *looks about* They’re never here. So you know, huh, Smarty Pants? No, rotton apples, maybe. (I have no idea what sort of pod it is and what it contains…seedlings, do you think?)
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Well, time to loosen up. No more control, madam! How’s that? They’re aren’t, are they? They’re so wicked, your siblings… *laughing* (Possibly seedlings…or maybe a pumpkin!)
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You just sound bossy… They are wicked. Wicked busy, I guess. Okay, quite small pumpkins. … *rolls her eyes*
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Which one is the wickedest?
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A tough call, as they are all wicked for different reasons. Big Brother has all my secrets, so he has me wrapped around his finger and I do things for him I should’t have to do. Middle doesn’t mince words, which keeps me in check. And Baby, uses her charm to guilt me into keeping her as my favorite. *laughs* Overall, I’m the wickedest because they miss me dearly which is my fault for leaving them, in turn they think of me all the time. *cheers* *winks*
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*laughing* Now that’s a colorful circle of wickedness. But you the wickedest? And you’re always picking on me for just that. *says a bunch of dadblameits–in a row*
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Now you see why I’m so wicked at times. I know, but I love to pick on you! No cursing, Duke! *laughs*
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You know how it goes, if you pick, you’ll pick all the pieces off.
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Yes, I know. *whispers*
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Love the tags
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Thank you, Monsieur
You’re cheating, I think. 😉
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I love the mystery of this one Audrey 😉 I have to sit back and think, methinks!
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Don’t hurt yourself, Morgan. It’ll come later. 😉
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