Just beyond this perfection,
Hard to change your focus, I know,
But, please do.
Overlook, no matter how hard it is,
Notice the wild grass protecting her,
I’m in love, I confess,
With verdant offerings.
Little bursts of flowers,
Purple and yellow,
Visions of wheat,
Now between your teeth,
Perhaps placed, behind your ear.
Earth, tickling my cheek, sprouting,
Life sways, as I try to convince,
Subtle beauty, I tease, can be just as intense.
Spring’s sky, perfectly blue,
Your smile, while we’re here,
Gently becomes our collective laugh,
As our eyes gaze upon her once again.
That one there… the one we looked past,
Her name: Sheer tangerine,
Count her petals,
Tell me she looks like me.
Just breath taking, Audrey, breath taking !
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Thanks, Willow. This photo doesn’t do the flower justice. I’m glad you enjoyed this one. xx
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Hey Aud, I’ve really been enjoying your poetry. Lovely voice and pictures you paint:
“Now between your teeth,
Perhaps placed, behind your ear.”
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Hey, Diana. Hiya. Thank you for reading. I appreciate you letting me know. Very sweet coming from The Godmother, you know. xoxo
I’m a hopeless romantic on paper. This site of mine proves it. π
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The Godmother suspects you are a hopeless romantic off the paper as well. Eh hem.
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*cough* Verily it is so…
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π
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I knew what this one was even before I read the comments, Audrey — wheee! All that time in Texas left me with a bit of knowledge, I guess. She’s a beauty, and it would be an honor to be told you look like her! A bit on the sad side the others pale in her presence, though!
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Woohoo! ! Congratulations, Debbie. Laughs. Yes, I’m glad you remember a bit from your time here. Secret is, for me, it’s everything that surrounds her that I adore. I see so far past her…hugs. β‘
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Wow! Exquisite. Lilies of the field kind of wow!
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Susan, you would adore south Texas in April. These beauties are everywhere…popping out of concrete cracks even here in the city. Just begging to be seen. They are the loveliest.
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What a wonderful gift that is!
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π Truly
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Texas: so close (via photos) and so far away.
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Yes, as is Portugal.
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Sigh
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I was on a car ride to San Antonio yesterday and was saddened that all the wildflowers had faded. This perked me up this morning. Your words are so playful and yes she looks like you but you are better.
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I was sad to see them all go, as well. They really do bring so much beauty to the city. Place like this needs all the help it can get. I’m happy to know I had something to do with helping you smile today. And you’ve made me blush….I appreciate that very much, Butch. π β‘
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AW *kicks sand*
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*smiles brightly*
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I love the…cadence of that poem, Ms. Audith. Tops. Truly tops. And I’d say you’re a bit like that flower. (Bet there’re ticks in the grass!)
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…sigh. Okay, well, thank you, Mr. Duketh. Truly tops must mean you mean business. Aww. I’ll accept “a bit”, since that was incredibly hard for you to admit to. (*sparkles* There you are…tis why I asked you to join me in the grass.)
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*laughing lots* How come you understand me so well?! Yes, I think we should concentrate on the deer ticks.
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*sighs again* Because we’ve known each other a long time now. And I’m good at knowing people…your behaviors are my favorite thing to watch. I understand you well because you let me. Deer ticks? Yuck. Boys can be so gross.
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They’re just trying to eat, you know.
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*swollows* You don’t want to know what I may or may not have had to swollow there!! Gross! *barfs* Yuck!!!!!!!! I think you’ve brought those up because you know I’m about to head back north where ticks live.
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*laughs* They’re seriously not that bad!
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Ticks are super gross. You must admit!
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Think of them like…spiders!
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Fat spiders with tiny legs who sucking blood. And you don’t like vampires?! Vamps are Sooooo much better than ticks.
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Well, if girls started to fall in love with ticks…I’d hate them, promise.
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No chance of that, Sir!
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Pardon me please
for interrupting your focus
but it never fails, when beauty speaks
it’s like hocus pocus
for laughter does indeed fill the air,
so now, allow me to gently remove
those verdant offerings from your hair.
I think those petals,sweet as tangerines
remind me of you, I do declare π
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I am smitten with this poem, Jay. You have quickly picked up on my humor and love for enjoying the day. I couldn’t ask for a better response to my final plea. I love when you lie to me… *wink* Enjoy this beautiful day, Poet. β‘
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Glad you have mittens * chuckle * Have a fantastic moment
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Did I say mittens? I meant smitten. *giggle* Goof. Thank you xx
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Ha – that is great!!! Wonderful, wonderful poem. Love the word ‘verdant’. What is that flower?
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Thank you!! It is a great word and I fear of using it too often, but how can I not. This is a Texas wildflower called an Indian Paintbrush…they grow near and around the same time as our state flower, the Blue Bonnet. You see them in bunches everywhere. Texas has the most beautiful roadsides in the spring. Glowing with color. Ahhh…!
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Wow! I wish I had some of those in my garden!!! I like the word chartreuse as well. Don’t get to use that one very much.
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I wish I could put them in mine, as well. They are truly gorgeous. Hmm. I will work on something with chartreuse. ..I rarely hear that word. Hope your day is going well. xx
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Hope yours is too!!!!!
Maybe you can buy the seed for those flowers. I will look into it!!!
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Maybe so! Yes, you research that, my dear. π
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You had me at verdant.
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Yes, and I like it that way. π Rarely do I use the word and not think of our conversation. Sneaky how you are about getting stuck inside my mind. You’re fantastic, Richard. xx
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Essential focus, Audrey, i’m impressed by the identification and bonding
and can identify fully with it
Big Hugs
jf
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This is because our hearts are similar, jf. Details are so important. Thank you for your reassuring presence. I adore you. Hugs, Always. β‘
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A beautiful poem and creative. π
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Thank you, Anne. π
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