if it were permitted: a luxury of my own doing
I would escort you
into my womb
allow you to discern upon
where you so expertly travel
point to where you linger
taking ownership
of my most sacred bounds
if it were permitted: a luxury of my own doing
I would escort you
into my womb
allow you to discern upon
where you so expertly travel
point to where you linger
taking ownership
of my most sacred bounds
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
Oh dear Miss Dawn this is quite something something
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Humbled. I’m sure you see right through me. Positive of it, actually.
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Even if I could I won’t tell Ms Dawn
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Yes, I’ve deduced you to such, my friend.
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Well I flatter myself that I at least try to be a gentleman.
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I’ve seen nothing less than here, so well done you.
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Thank you very much. That means a lot, I do try.
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So very deep 💜🌹
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A lot to search for in this one, my friend. Thank you ♡
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💜🌹🤔
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In all human relationships there are two primal energies. Everyone knows, and talks, about Love. But Power? Far fewer understand that or have more than a hazy notion of it. In nature OTOH everything is so much easier and more straightforward. Oh to be a flower?
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Indeed, to be a flower..born to be on display and enjoyed. Power is gifted and love is given and solidified once earned, in most cases.
You really make me stop and think with this comment and I love that…thank you, Ben.
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Thank you for taking the time. 🙂
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With that gorgeous flower as guide.
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Thank you, Jacqui. I thought she was beautiful, too.
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The title commanded me to read. Just a single word – a word we each say every day. This is a very brave poem about the essence of who we are. And the photo is wonderful – some kind of sunflower?
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I adore the possessiveness of the word my…it transports me into a fairytale of sorts, Shari. To be someones… sigh.
Yes, Ma’am, it’s a wild sunflower on the top of the Royal Gorge near Colorado Springs.
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Wow, this is good, Audrey. Each line a delicate tip-toeing into intimate space. Beautiful!
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Thank you very much, Betty. I loved the “timidness” I felt while writing this poem. Glad it came through…
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Whew!!!!!!!! (fanning self) That’s some poem of the birds and the bees… Umm… I mean the flower and the bee. Do I hear a buzzing sound??? Oh… Wait… maybe it’s just my aging ears.
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Giggling. I’m happy the effect and affect was a positive one and you weren’t hurt, Michael. I enjoyed envisioning this poem. Thank you for your great comment.
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More secrets from your garden. ❤
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Silly of me to hide behind such a lovely flower. ♡ Thanks for the smile, Rob.
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Still talkin’ wasp and sunflower right?
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Butch, you know me better than that, right? Thanks for supporting this poem. ♡
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Ha ha ha. Was a fun one. 😀
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Thanks, John
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🙂
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A critter on a sunflower — magnificent capture, Audrey. Your poem today is breath-taking!
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Thank you so much for saying so, Debbie. I’m thrilled you entertain me. ♡
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How do you manage to find so much imagery and then words for it, don’t you ever work?
It is always nice to have a glimpse of the world through a poet’s eyes. Thank you ma’am.
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I took the picture while in Colorado this summer, the words take me less time than it takes anyone to properly brush their teeth. I’m a simple woman, C. And, as you very well know, I work my ass off. A true poet’s work takes time. I’m simply getting feelings off my heart before they suffocate me.
Thanks for taking a peek at my words.
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Yes, this may all be true but…
Just as my girl can draw, you can see the words. Like her drawing, it’s a gift that I lack and a skill I admire.
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You honor me with your presence here, C. Thank you for seeing value in what I enjoy.
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