cool wind drapes my shoulders,
as thoughts ride tides too high
for a woman like me.
unable to reach, nor smell the
scent of a life,
only read about
through my hazel eyes
obsessing.
no voice brave enough inside
to share what I need,
see
even dream,
proves leaning on another to name
the clouds above me is selfish.
and the sounds of morning continue,
breezes swirl, leaves fluttering
against each other,
while ignited rain clouds grumble
along side today’s dawning.
grateful for the noise,
which drowns, for another day,
my inability
to offer what builds
inside of me, hoping no one
notices the girl hiding.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
All relationships – all of them – demand risk. But I totally get not trusting.
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Yes, they do, and sometimes the risk is worth it.
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Do you measure yourself too short? You have depth and compassion to make others seem bland but you are rich with loving and giving qualities. Maybe you just need the right one to make you appear from behind those clouds – that I understand. Ignite the rain clouds, Audrey – fresh growth on the other side.
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I think it comes down to my inability to trust, and without the power of someone with sure grounding…I will always stay controlled. Trying to change that and opening myself to trying again.
Thank you ♡
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Beautiful poem, Audrey, and what a stunning beginning with the first three lines. 💜
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Thank you, Lauren. I felt a covering across me as I allowed this poem out of my soul. (Silly, maybe, but true.)
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Perhaps you you are not as invisible or as incapable as you believe. 🙂
MAKING THE GRASS GREEN
Busy busy waiting
Quietly and patiently
At times less than patiently
Bravely working tirelessly
To change the world
You wait, you work in vain
For it is not this bustling
Gimme gimme world
That will ever change
But the perceiver who will
At last perceive the joke
And agree to letting go
(https://bennaga.wordpress.com/2012/09/26/making-the-grass-green/)
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The illusion is often our first stop, I believe. I’m often left there longer than most, as my fear for the unknown needs fostering – more fostering than another’s, but I’m getting closer.
Lovely poem, Ben. You see so clearly. Wonderful.
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That’s an old one. May I thank you for this brand new melding. Thus we are both given the opportunity for growth where it counts.
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SWEET NEIGHBOUR
Whatever gift you might perceive
Some another has been gifted with
Is surely by definition also yours
Since elsewise how perceived?
Look within, my dear, discover
Both eternity and infinity
Patiently await you
As ever was
As ever was
Patiently await you
Both eternity and infinity
Look within, my dear, discover
Since elsewise how perceived?
Is surely by definition also yours
Some another has been gifted with
Whatever gift you might perceive
~~~~~~~~~~~~
SWEET NEIGHBOUR
Whatever gift you might perceive
Some another has been gifted with
Is surely by definition also yours
Since elsewise how perceived?
Look within, my dear, discover
Both eternity and infinity
Patiently await you
As ever was
As ever was
Patiently await you
Both eternity and infinity
Look within, my dear, discover
Since elsewise how perceived?
Is surely by definition also yours
Some another has been gifted with
Whatever gift you might perceive
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Ben, I’m humbled and excited, if that is possible at once, this poem came out of a bit of my expression.
Your poetry creates moments of reflection and that is something I need more of – such clarity lives there.
Thank you for sharing this with me. ♡
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If ever consulted I would for sure suggest that fear be never never never fostered since as Frank Herbert, via “Dune” advised us “Fear is the mind killer”.
It is often taught and therefore thought that the opposite of love is hate but this is not in fact true. The true opposite of love is fear.It is our fear that breeds our hatred Fear closes us down. Love opens us to what is and to what comes to be. In short to uncertainty. Love and uncertainty are family and thus to be welcomed as such.
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Yes, Sir, you are correct. The opposite is fear, and without a doubt I fight to push it away. Open to love is the best way to be.
Your thoughts are welcome. Always. Thank you.
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a feel a
lightly drifting 🙂
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How daydreaming begins 🙂
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No need to hide, ma’am! This ole world needs sensitive souls who are unashamed and unafraid to lean on others.
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Another instance where I’m grateful. Thank you, Debbie
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Very beautifully composed. Gifted thoughts expressed so well. Love this.
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Gary, I thank you for your lovely comment and the time it takes to read. I’m glad you enjoyed my poem.
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So beautiful! 🧡
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Writing it brought some relief. Thank you, Gingersister. ♡
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Wonderful, that’s the great part about writing!
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For sure, my friend ♡
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Wistfulness, with so much more between the lines. Beautiful longing love in this, Audrey. ❤️
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This poem heightens the senses, Betty. Thank you for seeing so much lovely here. Hugs.
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Hugs back to you, Audrey. ❤️
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Thank you ♡
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The girl hiding can be seen if you look hard enough.
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There’s no fooling the experienced crew you belong to, Butch. Thank you for seeing her.
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❤
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♡
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