there’s a shift recognized
goes unseen by most
a voice goes from commanding
to the whisper of a ghost.
rejection so subtle
goes unseen by most
a presence longed for
hidden now, door closed.
there’s a shift recognized
goes unseen by most
a voice goes from commanding
to the whisper of a ghost.
rejection so subtle
goes unseen by most
a presence longed for
hidden now, door closed.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
This is masterful, Audrey – I love and resonate with the meaning of your words. Delicately beautiful. ❤️
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Thank you for reading me. Grateful to be heard. Always.
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Like the message in this one and the way you conveyed it, Audrey D. It’s true, I think, any communication can be a link, not just the positive ones, but disagreement and anger. The subtle distance, as if the other does not exist, is perhaps even sadder.
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I always enjoy when I see your comment, Steve. Your blog is one I enjoy reading. Poetry so thoughtful.
I agree with the even sadder. Thank you for seeing this thought of mine. Humbled.
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My pleasure, Audrey.
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🙂
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Beautiful concise, every word is weighted and counts.
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Your opinion is invaluable, Mr. Cake. I am thankful for your presence.
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As always Ms Dawn…sorry for my absence but rest assured I will always return.
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No need to apologize, Mr. Cake. I understand, of course.
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You are very kind Miss Dawn
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Once upon a time …
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I love a good story, even the sad parts, Ben.
You understand this poetess quite well. Thank you
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I sometimes have a hard time with the emotional response I have to your message, but you are brilliant in your ability to communicate through poetry and images.
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It is never my intent to cause pain or concern, Dan. I get what you’re saying, and appreciate your presence here.
*shy eyes* Very kind of you to say. Thank you
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The split construction of this poem effectively conveys the dichotomy of relationships. Goes unseen by most.
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So it does, and I’m blown away by your understanding. You humble me, Shari. Sometimes being so intuitive can be heartbreaking when love is what we feel. Takes time to realize action can replace a few words in the end. Gosh this was a tough one to write and then share, but I’m glad its here. Nothing hidden even if the poem’s meaning lives deep within me.
Thank you for reading.
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