I imagine your arms
Wrapping
The way they must hold her
Your touch offered
Encouraging her to dream
Believing
Your words encourage me
Similarly
Poetic Misery
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I imagine your arms
Wrapping
The way they must hold her
Your touch offered
Encouraging her to dream
Believing
Your words encourage me
Similarly
Poetic Misery
When pain inspires art then it is not wasted.
I’m glad I chose to write. Thank you, Ben
I’m glad I was here to read what you wrote.
Thank you…
🙂
A poignant poem, Audrey – one that tugs at the heart…❤
Thank you for reading, Lauren ♡
I just see that tail and hear my Granddad’s voice calling across the pasture. “Wrap is too loose!” “Turn that tail down before a cow gets hurt!” “Trim that wire.”
This is what happens when rednecks read poetry.
I’ll take your thoughts, C. Bringing you closer to someone you love and the memories you share is delightful compliment. A ball buster…I’d have liked him.
I was raised by roughnecks. You should know by now I write with them in mind.
He was a very good man of the sort rarely encountered now. His commentary would have only been one line and it would have been similar to what I noted. It would have been short, beyond refutation and final. And, as you went back to fix it, you knew he was right. Miss him and his way.
Thanks for the memory.
You’re very welcome, C.
A twisted tale of misery, at least you didn’t throw in a mine field as well.
I think if we all sit still long enough to listen we’d all admit to having been introduced to these feelings.
I thought the mine field was maybe a little more than y’all could handle. 😉
Good for you, I knew you were a sensitive soul 😊😆
Maybe even hypersensitive 🙂
I agree with Holly, beautifully sad,
and poignant.
A fine work, Audrey
Staying Warm i hope
jf
You and Holly, poets I admire, probably feel as I did when the words came to me. I was sad, jf. If I didn’t feel a bit of sadness then I wouldn’t have this poem. It is at the root of my yearning to feel.
Warm, jf..I am. I hope you are well. ♡
I always look forward to your posts, poems. Such depth and sophistication, always there is a silent meaning that is complex and simple. I believe you are a gifted person. thankyou.
You saying so calms my heart, Gary. When I share my poetry it is my hope someone is on the receiving end accepting my thoughts. I try to write for the simpleton within me and the woman who desperately needs depth, as well. Thank you for your kind thoughts and for sharing them with me.
I enjoy your poetry, too. You make me think and I need that.
Not sure im Reading this right but this is beautifully sad the way i read iT.
Those moments when you try to sit close enough to feel. Thanks for reading, Holly
Lovely!
I like the term and concept of poetic misery. Nice one, Audrey
Thanks, John. Too kind.
😀
Unrequited love – very sad, Audrey. But time to move on maybe? Being caught on barbed wire is not a good thing, even metaphorically.
I’m not certain my intention was to convey a feeling of unrequited, Shari. But, more so the feeling of looking from the outside in. Sorry to disappoint you.
Ouch! You can’t mean this literally. Being wrapped in barbed wire is NOT a place I’d enjoy. So perhaps I need to look at this as a place of security, rather than warm and fuzzy, right??
Not literally. I failed at showing how the two pieces are connected, it seems. Sorry about that, Debbie. Sometimes the poems aren’t as finished as they should be or I’ve kept from expressing the connection correctly. My apologies.
NO!! I just tend to think like a writer, not a poet. My bad! It’s really quite lovely.
It’s okay. Constructive is good. Thanks, my friend.
Painful, yet lovely somehow. but painful….
Thank you, Poetess ♡
Being held like barbed wire is a little scary…
Agreed. I was inspired by the wrapping of the wire. The reinforced layer. Scary and painful, Dan.