the allure of peach hues
leaves of seasons past, remain in view
sleek limbs rooted somewhere deep
symbolic of what I need, yet
find within myself, confusing, I know
simple answer, he must be wiser
i’m left terrified for him
and okay inside my mind alone
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
Beautifully spoken…
“sleek limbs rooted somewhere deep
symbolic of what I need, yet
find within myself, confusing”
How appropriate is this poetic verse…?
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This one leaves me feeling the complexities of life ~ and no matter how exhausting it may be trying to keep up, finding that place of refuge, to plant yourself is invaluable. Without roots, a drifting mind will never find the answer it seeks. I like how this poem got me thinking 🙂
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Here’s a good time to thank you again for being here. I feel heard when you’re around. Yep. Exactly, Mr. Collis. I love how you, once again, make sense of these feelings I have and place inside a poem, because I do not know how to articulate my thoughts in the moment, but you do. There’s the difference between you and I. We compliment each other so well. Pretty cool…
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Identifying who we are, Audrey, demands that we identify in some meaningful way with the world we inhabit.
Fine thinking.
Big Hugs
jf
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You have a brilliant way of soothing me, jf. Such perfect words. Thank you. xx
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Some questions are impossible to answer. 😀
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And I’m okay with that, Susan. Tis the dialogue that I crave. 🙂
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Wise woman, Audrey. We are kindred spirits, I believe.
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Thanks. Yes, I believe so, Susan. 🙂
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I’m glad you and your mind get along. Nice job.
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Yes, we’ve known each other for years now. 😉 Thanks.
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Interesting angle here, Audrey. We all need roots and wings, huh??
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I adore this angle, Debbie. Quite soothing for me. I’ve walked past it many times and my eyes lend their way to this spot every time. So strange. I decided after so many moments I’d need to take a picture. Roots, indeed. Just waiting for the wings. Thanks for reading, my friend. Hope your weekend is going well.
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how wonderful finding
a safe refuge 🙂
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One day it will be, I believe. 🙂
Thank you for reading, Sir
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one calm, peaceful breath
at a time is
all i know!
i believe you’ve accomplished
more difficult tasks 🙂
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One peaceful breath at a time sounds perfect. 🙂 Thanks for the vote of confidence. xx
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Very strongly earth poetry. Super
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Sigh. Indeed, tis earth poetry. Thank you, kind Sir. You get it. xx
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Who’s wiser? I really doubt it, though, you know.
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The one who completes her. You really doubt what, Duke?
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That whoever it is is wiser than her. Wisdom is so elusive. Like a wind, see.
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Plenty wiser, I think, but this one is definitely wiser. Wisdom presents itself quite smartly when it shows up, I think. Wind is wisdom…hum? Sounds like a proverb and a poem to me. *shines brightly*
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Yes, I think it could be. You know, very hard to grasp overall. Fleeting. And one must concentrate to find it. I’m sure you could write a fabulous poem about it, you know.
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Yes, sounds very hard, yet gratifying. Maybe I could, if I tried hard enough.
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Oh, I’m sure you could.
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*sighs* Fine.
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