What appears scattered and
Left behind, always contains
A story.
Curious,
Superficial sees a nobody,
Welcomed to pass along by,
Wind blows a bit, she nods,
Fully accepting their shortcomings,
Expects nothing, aware.
Astute, is she dressed in commonly.
Yet, most eminent, she
Has use, furthermore, ability.
And she’ll wait
Longer than anyone ever
Thought possible,
For the one who sees
True grit and honesty,
In a lady.
FOR MUSIC
My portion to walk
These barren, wasted hills
Knuckled and gaunt
And stiff with old loam
Flow down through the world’s ebb
All among dark strangers
Whose hourglass
Runs thick with dream
Bent upon the strait path
I have no whim
To tell each fashioned note
As truly as some well tuned liar
But choose instead
To take the same old number
Rip from its womb untimely something new
And make it count
For music
For music
Has unmanned me, aye
And stole my reason
To make cause with those
Who are not privy to this openness
Who have ears and do not
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Thank you, Ben, I say this with my deepest appreciation for your time and effort. Your poem sits nicely with mine, you know? Your perfectly placed “aye” gave me the most pleasant goosebumos. Indeed my heart hears this melody.
Have a great Monday.
Nice to meet you…wonderful having you here.
~ Audrey
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This is an old piece from 1982. Reading yours it sprang to mind immediately. I recall the day I wrote it. sitting in a park one day in Spring. It took up a couple of hours. The “aye” also fixed the scansion. 😉
Enjoy your own Monday too. And then tomorrow is Pancake Tuesday.
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Well, then I’m happy to have been part of the reason this piece came back to visit. Writing in a park..I remember trying that a few times. The sounds and happenings were far too distracting, which I loved, so I just allowed the days to mark my soul as to use them another day. The “aye”..ha, yes, of course. I’m aware of such decisions.
I love pancakes!
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There were some distractions, but the muse was insistent in recalling me to the task at hand.
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Paying attention worked out in the end. I must read more of your poetry and learn about this muse of yours.
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https://bennaga.wordpress.com/2012/05/18/dues-for-the-muse/
https://bennaga.wordpress.com/2013/07/13/love-of-my-life/
https://bennaga.wordpress.com/2014/02/05/poem-for-the-last-days/
https://bennaga.wordpress.com/2011/11/25/a-muse-opens-her-heart/
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Thank you, Ben. I enjoyed these very much. You write lengthy verses well. I have a bit of envy now. 🙂
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That certainly wasn’t the intention. You wrote “I must read more of your poetry and learn about this muse of yours” so I thought I’d save you some time and trouble. :).
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No, of course. I am appreciative of your effort. Ben. So kind of you. Have a great week.
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You too. 🙂
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Audrey
This is strong and it resonates with me, resonates very much
Big hugs
jf
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And you, jf, make writing poems worthwhile, as you write and listen with a keen eye every single time. Thank you
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Because she is worthy of only the very best.
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I appreciate you saying so, Shari.
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True Grit and honesty. Nothing sexier.
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Thank you, Butch. Glad you think so..
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🙂
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Oh I really loved this. This is so life affirming Audrey! Stunning work!
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Candice, I am in awe of you. Thanks for sitting near this poetess. You’re wonderful.
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We poets must stick together sista!
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Like glue, if you wish. xo
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Strawberry scented glue. Deal.
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Lovely idea
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such solid strength
i’m sensing in her
not awaiting deeply
loving herself,
while open to the possibility
of another’s true friendship 🙂
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The strength required to live my best life is a choice every day. Friendship comes from some of the most unlikely of places.
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Nothing wrong with waiting, Audrey (unless it’s the agony that accompanies it, ha!) Beautiful capture; beautifully said!
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I’m in love with the path this photo took me down. Prairie surrounding her, and she’s as calm as the stoic she awaits. Loveliest.
Thank you, my friend. ♡
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