With the intent to please them,
her heart focused,
and upon paper.
They sit and wait,
none of them watching,
ill equipped to follow,
even today.
She refuses to point the blame,
content in her own self reflection,
no one innocent.
With the intent to please them,
her heart focused,
and upon paper.
They sit and wait,
none of them watching,
ill equipped to follow,
even today.
She refuses to point the blame,
content in her own self reflection,
no one innocent.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
Bad vibes, Red. Something wrong hath happened there.
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Just old wounds, Chum. ♡
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Wow! Simply wow ❤
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Hi, Izza. Thank you ♡ Welcome and thanks for following my poetry. 🙂 I’ll be by for a visit soon.
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I am glad then. .Take care 🙂
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Enjoy your evening. 🙂
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you too Audrey 🙂
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Wonderful perspective.
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Hi, Jay. Thank you. I tried to show that maturity can exsist if we stop to understand. I appreciate you reading tonight. I read your blog a bit ago. Your about me page proves we’re kindred, you know? I’ll be over to explain shortly.
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This is a deep poem, and from the flow I am following I see the rather harsh discovery that life (and bigs cities) introduce to us at some point (and then many points) in life ~ no one is innocent ~ and we must accept and continue to move forward regardless. Hopefully with smiles on our faces ~ Cheers!
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Yeah, this is one of those poems best suited for my eyes only and placing it here only causes confusion for everyone who reads. Your take away is spot on, once again, proving you do understand my heart as it ebbs and flows. Thanks for being around today, Dalo. You’re pretty amazing. Enjoy your day ahead. Just so you know today is pajama day at school. I hope you remembered! I’m headed to bed soon, so I can get to pj day as quickly as possible. 😉 What teachers are asked to do…
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Hilarious, PJ Day, that must have been pretty funny to see…especially for those who sleep au-natural 🙂
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Well those of us who do sleep au-natural do conform for society and dig out the matching pjs. It’s what we do to keep the rioting from happening. 😉 xx It was a fun day.
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Is that Houston? No one is ever innocent, I fear.
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Yes, my dear, it is Houston. No, but that’s what makes forgiving so easy.
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Love it. Very nice skyline. I”ll be going to see Pitt’s skyline Friday. I’ll take a pic for you!
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It is a pretty skyline. You’d love it at night, as well. I posted a pic of it awhile back. Please do…I’ll write a poem for you, too. I love that you’re offering to take pictures for me. You’re the best.
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It’s a deal! Well, I feel like you’ll love this one. Rivers and all.
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The deal is sealed. I’m pretty excited to see where you’re going? Rivers?! Sounds perfect. Don’t take the picture at night. I’m not accepting the excuse. You’ve been warned. What are you doing on Friday? Another video?
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Three rivers! Well, two form one. But it looks like three. I was right on Mt. Washington. Overlooking Pittsburgh. Quite beautiful. It was for a shoot, yes, so we left around 6:00 this morning. No nights! Promise!
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Wow. Sounds like a beautiful day. You were on a mountain? ??! Was it fun? When do we get to see?
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The video is going live tomorrow…but not on the blog, I fear.
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WHAT? ????! *files her fingernails off in annoyance*
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*laughing* Well…I can’t help it.
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*blank stare* …tick tick tick…
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Well, Audrey, your poem is amazing! (Of course.) 🙂 I had to read it several times though, just because it stands out from the last few you’ve written. It’s striking. (And that photo goes with it uncannily well.)
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Amazing Audrey. Each time I re-read it, I go in a different direction. Marvelous!! Bravo!!
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Aw. Thank you, my friend. Sorry for the head spin. This poem is more for me than anyone else, to share with y’all was maybe asking too much. ♡ I appreciate your support.
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Okay, what are we all guilty of, Audrey?? Sounds very much like the poet has poured out her heart and waits for judgment, but the readers aren’t capable of following where she leads, more’s the pity. Still, how kind of the poet not to condemn!!
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Not trying hard enough, I suppose. The poet has and then again probably hasn’t done enough. Not readers, Debbie. Family, who try their best to support my goals and I try my best to support theirs…we all failing to meet expectations. Y’all are the best readers. I love you guys.
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Right back at ya, ma’am!!
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🙂 ♡
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