I drove again
desolate, except for
Thedford,
lost alone inside my head.
wandered in the Sandhills
life: simpler; traditional.
not one wolf
maybe he lived beyond
the first crest of
rolling hills,
as smooth as curvy skin
from here, I think,
alone inside my head.
I like the shape of my breasts
as I look down due to insecurities
more than anything,
the way my favorite, blackest bra
holds them…
what I thought about while driving
alone inside my head.
yesterday, bent over my kitchen sink
crying and
wondering how I make life work,
I saw my long legs tucked into
my soft blue jeans
and thought
I adore my fuzzy slippers with these,
just me alone inside my head.
my reflection in the bathroom today,
concentrating on red curls,
specifically the one who chooses
to hang lower, looser than the rest,
she defies me,
I cheer for her
alone inside my head.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
Nice stretch of highway
To be alone inside your head
Perhaps a simpler life
Beyond the hills
Yet maybe the wolves
Lie waiting
Just beyond the first crest
Or perhaps… the second
I’ve heard they are drawn
To black lace
With a touch of insecurity…
Or perhaps that’s just
A lingering thought
Alone inside my head…
Fuzzy slippers
And soft blue jeans
A wisp of Red…
Aud-aciously longing to be
Unlike all the rest
To wander free of precedent
For but one brief moment…
While just the thought
Of her adventure
Lingers…
Alone inside my head
A most beautiful poetic expression of emotion… Thank you for sharing a part of you with us.
Michael
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You’re thanking me? Michael, you comfort me with your poetry. To know you remember pieces of me and see their use brings tears to my eyes. Nothing I do or say could ever convey how thankful I am for you and your light around me. Your version is SO much better than mine. I like how you can find me in your head..
~Audrey Dawn
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Poetry can never be compared… nor poets… my words are but a reflection of the inspiration that surrounds me whenever I wander inside your most beautiful
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Okay… so I pushed the send button before I was finished… so here’s the rest… inside your beautiful words, your thoughts, your emotions that you have shared with us through your magnificent poetry. It seems that the light that shines here must be shared between us… and I am so very thankful for the opportunity for you to allow me to respond in any way I choose. Sometimes there are thoughts that should actually stay ‘alone inside my head’… but you know me… I’m a blurter….
Hope your day is most beautiful… along the highway… in the mirror… or alone inside your head.
~Michael
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What I share here whether it is a day old or 20 years old, I know I have a safe place here. I want it to stay that way, too. You keep me company and I always feel your hand in mine. I thank you for that, Michael. Our lights have been attracted to one another for many years now. And years to come… ♡
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Cheers to that defiant red curl. I love the photo you chose for this, and I’m a little jealous of your courage. But this was beautiful.
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Your attention to detail would point this curl out easily, but I love knowing you also cheer her on. You guys help me feel courageous. Thank you, Dan
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I might not notice your hair. I have a history of not noticing somewhat major hair changes.
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Ha. You noticing hair in the poem is way ahead of the curve, Dan.
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My wife had “haircut” written on a note board in our kitchen once. I came home, saw that and said “I like your hair” – the appointment had been cancelled 🙁
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Aw, you’re easy to forgive. I’m sure of it. 🙂
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She just laughed.
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Perfect. Don’t sweat the small stuff, I say.
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I’m cheering for that tenacious, loving woman who is inside your head and for that beautiful, indomitable redhead we all get to see. You’re going to be OK, Audrey, you are doing fine.
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I need more than anything to hear that cheer, Shari. Thank you for tolerating my more exposed self in this poem.
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Your cheer for that curl will be encouraging and comporting. I recall a saying, perhaps a little passé but just right here.
Hang loose!
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Are you also fanning your pinky finger and thumb in a back and forth motion?
Smiling so much.
Thanks, Ben
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Smiles help our faces grow character, 🙂 (And of course “comporting” should have read “comforting”. 😳 Well at least it hadn’t turned itself into “composting”.
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I enjoyed this, Audrey – honest and playful with a little edge of both melancholy and triumph. 🙂
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You are so in touch with my feelings in this one. I am humbled. Thank you!
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Poetess, you’re a brave one for letting us see inside your head this morning! Not sure I want to be that vulnerable, even among friends *smiles*
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Well, I’m much more extaverted in a crowd, so this is as good a place as any. One-on-one was never my strong suit. Thanks for reading, Debbie.
(Hope I didn’t offend. ♡)
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Offend? Heavens, no! I hope I didn’t give you that impression. I may be a Virgo, but I’m not that prudish, Miss A. Nor do I want you to feel that I’m being critical — I just really admire you for saying what *some* of us aren’t brave enough to say! 😉
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Okay. Phew…I never want to make anyone feel uncomfortable. Thank you… ♡
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Was fun getting dressed with you today, Audrey. Gotta love the spunk in the curl.
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*blush* *trips over everything* Me? *blush*
She’s naughty, that spunky one.
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Ha ha ha.Well done.
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Giggles
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