I won’t compare
myself.
Ever. The
intriguing stare
she provided
offered
a moment together,
and it
dribbled down
your chin. A
true indication
of your desire
for what she had
to offer. My eyes
casted down,
was something else
entirely.
I won’t compare
myself.
Ever. The
intriguing stare
she provided
offered
a moment together,
and it
dribbled down
your chin. A
true indication
of your desire
for what she had
to offer. My eyes
casted down,
was something else
entirely.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
We don’t really know another person until we open our own hearts honestly, and sometimes, not even then.
Provocative poem, Audrey. Sweet embroidery.
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Many would say after years of knowing me, they don’t know me at all. Something I hope I’m fixing now. It felt nice to show this side of my poetry again. Thanks, Shari ♡
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Interesting embroidery, Audrey. Did you create it?? It’s been a while since I did any needle work — hands probably too preoccupied with my keyboard, I guess. Lovely thoughts here. We don’t all get here with the same charms, do we? But you must never apologize for being YOU!!
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No, I don’t do any needle work. This was done by my mother years ago. She tucked it away in one of my boxes and I came across it while unpacking. She did a great job, I think, and the picture inspired me. I won’t apologize. Promise. Hugs! You are a very busy lady!
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We all have to win in our own and natural way.
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Yep. And it’s wonderful to have witness to many angles. Thanks, John
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oh my! powerful imagery in your play of words, Poetess!
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Felt really great releasing this poem. Thanks, my dear Poetess.
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I love when Poetry is Healing 🙂
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