Growing bemused in devotion
Of what will be
Hypnotic weightiness
Where dreaming seems
The only path
And becomes a sanctuary
So I do, I am
Until touch is reality
Author Archives: Audrey Dawn - Oldest Daughter Redheaded Sister
Freckle-ly
Witnessed, innocently
Anticipated, quietly
Watched, intently
Touched, lightly
Held, firmly
Plucked, quickly
Gathered, hastily
Smelled, eagerly
Viewed, brilliantly
Consumed, slowly
Satisfied, not even close
Sigh.
*your patience with the adverbs.. LYs is appreciated… it might be all about indulgence. Probably…
Feared
New Beginnings
dawn,
soft light,
mind travels
to need.
vision of
quiet mornings
bright clear porch view
hand holding
a potter’s clay mug,
dark coffee
hard work, expected
projects dreamed
seen, completed,
enjoyed.
serendipity
she leads me,
knowing just the one
the twinkle in his eye
seen across my face
One Who Heals
I, critical of every word chosen
What sort of life is this,
I plead.
Creative soul, release this fear
Living on the edge of me.
Save these poems,
I’ve chosen to share
Don’t allow my retreat,
My eyes reverent and engaged.
Tell me, poet traversing,
Are these words healing you
Or me
With You Is My Where
cotton upon my cheek,
birds in the multiples singing,
dawn’s sunlight hitting my red hair,
and with you is my where
*Sorry for the double post. I just wanted the video to pop up.
As Day Falls to Dark
Unsure of where
How? I may always question,
But without a doubt
Bliss will succeed absolution
In planning
There is light,
A hand held,
A Moment never forgot,
With blessing, intimacy
Between two
A hopeful stop
Sustain is my plea,
Calm my heart
Bless tomorrow’s lead
As day falls to dark
Oh, To Play
if there is a puddle
from an afternoon rain,
recently pattered down
to greet us,
do we jump and giggle?
Aye, he chuckles.
then what do we think of those
who choose not
to play?
might they be tense,
foul, controlled, or
too concerned for our liking?
probably, she muses,
but we need them, too.
so I’ll fight for an opportunity
to see their smile
every single day,
while my toes wiggle in the rain
with you.
Maiden In Rouge
disheveled vision
midnight deluge survivor
warrior’s maiden
Blue’s Story
Downhill slope
Mistake made, hidden
Broken heart, angry
Left wishing that day away for years
Signatures on legal paperwork
Packing for three
Regrets in the thousands
All along thinking, it was me
Uphill climb
Driving North
Silent heart, settling
Years of failings grieved
Light passing through windows
Touch of familiar love, family
Might take a decade, or less
Children, a pug: dependents
Nothing the same, yet, I’m me
Travel horizons
Positives shall return slowly
Hopeful heart, settling
My world at my side, loves
Patience astounding, blessed
Grace given and accepted, free
Continuity remains new for now
Life allowed back in. Glory be.
Summertime
verdant canopy
native familiarity
no one else exists
Blindsided
Sitting in a crowed coffee shop
Instrumental music plays
Gorgeous
Deepest notes, each one
Sound like you,
If you were a note,
Deepest faith,
Deepest devotion,
Deepest love,
One I could have seen
Relying on
And she must have thought so, too
Love, Always
I’ll search for you
in every photo
considered by my eyes
because I’m in love
with what should happen
what will someday be
what never truly was
what could have never been
what was and what is,
obviously.
Caged (Haiku)
Ruffling pristine
urban princess flowering
concrete jungle bed
Ms. Sylvan
her aura may be sylvan
and undeniable in origin,
reaching you effortlessly
as you linger.
silken offerings
conceive your desire to touch
with fingertips,
each flowing sequence
leading you into the next
until you understand her
completely,
this her eternal wish.
Ministration in Amber
Singular, posed alone
Verdant stem slim, yet
Rooted beneath in
Survival’s growth,
She clings to her truth,
Unafraid of the world above.
May her amber blossom,
Bright, oh so exposed,
Give the eye of her beholder
Pause
Before they walk on
Familiar
I saw a yellow finch today,
he dropped in and
perched atop a leafy branch
way up high.
he flirted a little
I winked back.
above us even further,
six more fluttered by.
I giggled,
told the neighbor
the Finches made it.
I’ve missed them,
the bunny in the backyard, too.
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Reading this interpretation after writing my poem made me smile.
Sultana of the Rockies
She presents herself
Open,
Each crimson layer
Appeasing, in
Perfection, she
Offers herself
In blush
More than once.
Found and commissioned
Here,
Luxury in velvet
To Want
to slip inside
to feel within
to taste earth
sweetness and sin
to know completely
to heal what’s broken
to recognize the sigh
when it returns again
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 