Virgin white posies, shine,
Sigh in the afternoon sun,
Opening to all that is beautiful.
Pearly, upon your eyes,
Fragrance turns to perfume,
As she reaches for you.
Virgin white posies, shine,
Sigh in the afternoon sun,
Opening to all that is beautiful.
Pearly, upon your eyes,
Fragrance turns to perfume,
As she reaches for you.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
Great photo and the poetry to match…it had me thinking it was just a poem with nothing really grabbing me, then that beautiful last line. The famous final scene…
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Thank you, Randall. Beautiful line? You’re so encouraging. Ahh, yes, that scene where she’s just another girl until you hear her laugh… or is it the one where she stands up leads him into the bedroom…cause I’m torn on which one. 😉 LOL Man I missed teasing you.
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Yes, I’ve missed being teased ~
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How badly, cause I can amp it up for you, if you’d like. 😉 lol
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🙂 I think if you amp it up anymore, the internet will break…and that just wouldn’t be good.
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For the best, I suppose. Wouldn’t want that on my shoulders. 🙂
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Love this one… Beautiful…
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Thank you, Michael… How are you feeling? You’ve been on my mind, love. xx
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Thank you so much for asking about my well-being and for having me on your mind. You always find a path to brightening my day. As far as how I’m doing… we’ll just say that part of my life has been exceptionally rough lately, making it most difficult to concentrate on writing or even reading with any concept of understanding… but there is another part of my life that is of course… most beautiful… and it is that part in which I have chosen to linger, in every possible moment. And of course… there are those compassionate and caring individuals that express their kindness on a regular basis, and close the gap of distance between us through their wonderfully enlightening interactions… and I thank you most sincerely.
Hope your evening is most beautiful.
Michael
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I’m happy to have you linger for as long as you need, Michael, and you finding happiness in my poetry humbles me. Thank you for being so kind. xx
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Until the bee comes and bites!
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Yes, you and your bees.
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Aren’t they something?
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The bees? Well, I guess. You seem to be obsessed with them. I can’t get a word in edge wise.
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Is it because of their buzzing? They’re not the loud!
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*laughing and sparkling* Oh, yes they are!
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Well, the bumble ones are!
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Yeah, they’re my favorite kind. Pudgy!
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And they have sharp stingers, don’t forget.
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I know, almost changes everything, as those scare me.
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I know what you mean. Blasted things they are!
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Yes, but admit, they are sooo cute.
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I can’t think of one thing that is cute!
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Not one? I’m shocked… not even kittens?
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Nah, they’re beastly!
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I like beastly…
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Audrey
You make the connection gently and with love..i see that reaching as mutual
Big Hugs
jf
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I always project the love, you know, seems to pair well with the longing. Mutual is a great nod in the right direction. Your mind is often a beautiful place, jf. Thank you..xxx
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Ah, the dogwoods are blooming! See, I’m not totally ignorant, ha! Ours are way behind, but the promise is there. Love how you’ve phrased this one, Audrey!
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They are blooming quite rapidly, Debbie. I’ve never been good at names of flowers. In truth, I find them pretty but remembering names to faces of flowers is often lost on me, unless I have a memory attached to them. Thank you.. xx
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I can almost smell them.
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Lean in a little closer. xx
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*sniff* ouch one bit me.
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Oops, they do that..darn thorns. *cuts it down*
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Poor thing.
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Ha…bit hasty, I suppose.
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Yes. I didn’t mean to do her in.
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She shouldn’t have bit you. 😉
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Pretty poem, too.
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Thank you, Susan. 🙂
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Lovely blooms! Not Dogwood?
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Thank you, and yes, Dogwood. Did I confuse you with posies? I almost used buds instead.
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https://thelighteningandthefire.wordpress.com/2015/03/26/jadore/
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So stop using the metaphors, Audrey, huh? You’re probably right, music man.
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Music Man is always right
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Such confidence, you know I like that, Music Man.
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https://thelighteningandthefire.wordpress.com/2015/02/05/the-proof-is-in-the-pudding/
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Confident. I get you.
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