for a blink
there was hope
found it smiling,
through the mist
light reveals
trickery, by hands
of man.
so now trust she may never
truly know again
without transparency
for a blink
there was hope
found it smiling,
through the mist
light reveals
trickery, by hands
of man.
so now trust she may never
truly know again
without transparency
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
She will. Takes time, but She will 😉 Lovely though, as many of us have had this same experience.
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Morgan, I’m thrilled to see you here. I hope your summer is going well. Vacation has made me a bit absent as of late.
Yes, I guess knowing others have been here made it a but easier to share such an intimate thought. Thank you, my friend.
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Summer is flying by, but I never mind as I can’t deal with the heat or the sun. Still, it’s been exceptionally delightful this year with my certain someONE around ❤ 🙂
Hope yours is going just as well, too!
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Smiling so big for you! Glad the summer is flying by with your special someone. ♡
Mine…quiet, but good. Nothing like yours. Lol
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WHEN IN DOUBT
Transparency indubitably ideal
Must be a both ways offering
Though … So we inch forward
Full of such lack of confidence
Guardedly trading confidences
And reactions … Testing, testing
Are you receiving me? … Over
The night sky pales around us
Chink by chink the curtains open
To reveal … only a tinted window
Opaque … and that’s all she wrote
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Ben, you understand so clearly. Your words a gift to my soul. This…I shall bathe in and recognize as it is intended. I thank you…ever so.
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My pleasure, Audrey, and as ever thank *you* for the inspiration. 🙂
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With You…it is always my pleasure, Ben.
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😳
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Must watch our for all snake oil salesmen, always us to tricks.
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Indeed, my friend
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Superb
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Thank you, Candice
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Lovely poetry Audrey. ❤
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Thank you, Holly. I appreciate the support. ♡
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As the Germans at my old employer say, “trust is fine, control is better.” Nice poem though.
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Well, you’ve opened quite a window, Sir. Control works in a lot of arenas. Thanks
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According to the Germans it is everything.
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Not a lick of German in me, you know.
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Me either. 1/2 Scot 1/2 Welsh.
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Twins! Me, too. I come from the Wallaces.
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A noble clan it tis
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I tell my second cousin Thor that all the time. 🙂
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Very interesting about the Wallace clan. They came from Wales originally.
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Beautiful combination, Audrey.
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Thank you very much, Dan.
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A sadness in here, peering at the past and how it affects our view of the future. Your poem makes me wonder how much is transparent in the world out there. And I really like this photo, how the windmill mirrors the sun.
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Gus, you’ve honored me. Thank you for reading me. I appreciate you remembering where I’ve come from…
I wonder, too. I’m not sure transparency is as important to others as it is and will be for me in the future.
Glad you liked the photo. You’re one in a million, Sir.
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I’ve always found windmills interesting, and this one’s a beauty. Looks like you’ve had some of the same types of clouds we have, Poetess.
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Windmills have been a favorite structure of mine my entire life. Must be the Midwestern in me. Thundering as I write this. May have rain tonight. Fingers crossed. Thanks, Debbie
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