There’s a presence
I see it, even if from afar
I sense the urge to discern
Or is it mine?
My words stumbling, brain unsure
Do I fall in completely, because
That’s what I do, or
Stay in the quiet
Where I’m comfortable, pure.
Lungs, I beg, shout
My head likely to explode, if
My lips don’t leak
Upon paper, or find shelter
Within his clothes.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
Interesting choice of title for this.
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Titles are the hardest part.
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Sometimes telling, sometimes helpful, sometimes important, sometimes essential.
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You’ve been at this longer than I.
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This is very beautiful, Audrey. You captured those feelings so well, and that photo is inspiring.
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Thank you, Dan. This series of poems are a difficult set of emotions to make universal without them sounding specific to one. Happy it resonates. Glad you enjoyed the photo.
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Amazing thoughts, Audrey. I would quickly leak those lips rather than an exploding head. I suspect that is what you’ve done.
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No kidding. I like how explode and clothes kinda rhyme.
Thanks, John, I like how this poem feels.
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Me too.
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🙂
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Love asks a lot of decisions to be made but there’s never any perfect answer except the one that’s right for you. You’ve been writing such gorgeous poetry lately, Audrey – and always in fact.
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So true, Shari. No one should question what love means to another. Definitely a personal experience.
How nice of you to say, Shari. I am thrilled you like what I’ve been sharing. Means so much to me.
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