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Tuesday Teachings: Writers Are Affected
*Definition of – *
sus·cep·ti·ble [suh-sep-tuh-buh l]
3. capable of being affected emotionally; impressionable.
** So that means **
non·sus·cep·ti·ble [non-suh-sep-tuh-buh l]
3. incapable of being affected emotionally; nonimpressionable.
*** Either way, we’re affected ***
Affected to stay the same or affected to change, I’d say.
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Writers Are Affected
In spite of everything, remember, when life’s dead-end is staring you in the face:
What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly.
-Richard Bach
Your moment is coming, in spite of everything…
Nonetheless, if nothing else, please know that you are more than allowed to:
Risk more than others think is safe.
Care more than others think is wise.
Dream more than others think is practical.
Expect more than others think is possible.
-Claude Bissell
You are allowed to be you, if nothing else.
At any rate, frankly, when the easy choice is to walk away:
When you feel like giving up,
remember why you held on for so long in the first place.
-unknown
A Community is here to help you, if you chose to stay, when the easy choice is to walk away.
You teach best (Photo credit: Thalita Carvalho)
Siblings
Time spent with family is a priceless gift. Enjoy the laughter, make memories and remember those you can’t be with today. I plan on calling my siblings this morning, so I can remind them of how adored they truly are by their Redheaded Sister. I don’t know who I’d be without them.
Blessings to you, my friends. I am a better person because of this blog of mine. The two voices, which never get heard, are singing loudly every day and shine through each post. Thank you for reading and for being a friend. Happy Thanksgiving!!
Siblings
Home
Miss home,
acquainted voices,
familiar contact,
identical laughter.
You
Miss you,
stories unheard,
parallel memories,
similar existence.
The Woods
The Lucky One
Make sure she allows eye contact, it shows trust.
She’ll want to touch you, she ought to lightly brush your chest.
Her hand should want to stop, lingering as she feels your heartbeat.
If it’s her eyes you see, make sure she sees yours, too.
When she stands on her tip toes to kiss you good-night, is she who you want to see?
Who Am I? Isn’t That You?
Writers
Who am I?
- But who are you?
What could I be?
- But isn’t that you?
When will it happen?
- But wasn’t that for you?
Where will I go?
- But haven’t you?
Why should I?
- But didn’t you?
How do I?
Tomorrow
Tomorrow
In an effort to trust you, I’ll believe in you.
Without hesitation I make plans with you in mind.
My heart follows even though I’ve been hurt by you.
I desire the wisdom you hold even when it lacks my truest needs.
I’m stronger as today ends, I know you’re waiting for me.
I take time to thank God for designing you to teach me.
I lay in quiet sheets, my mind composing your sunrise, as I drift off to sleep.
I’m unsure of what you’ll look like, but I’ll dream of you.
Tomorrow, your truths already run deep within me.
Clearly
In The End…
my fault for trusting you
my fault for searching out your heart
my fault for believing it was really you
my fault for imagining a fairy tale
my fault for needing you
my fault for building your pedestal
my fault for dreaming of a life
my fault for allowing myself…
Prince Oscar – Texas Nature Hound
Oscar
Obsessively orthodox, you never stray.
Super savorer, you’ve never met a food you didn’t love.
Cutest canine, your smooshed face sealed the deal years ago.
Apologetic ally, you’ll be forgiven in minutes with those sad eyebrows.
Royal reverence, you’d wag your tail and follow me anywhere, if only I’d ask.
A Sunshine Award: You Did What, Audrey Dawn?!
There is nothing like logging in and seeing notifications from fellow bloggers and friends. Recently, I had two friends stop by to let me know that they had chosen me for the Sunshine Award. I think this award is fantastic and let me tell you why. It’s fantastic because I
feel like I was born radiating sunshine, so me getting this seems predestined, right? I mean just look at this baby picture…
Crazy, right? I’m glowing, here. This red hair of mine has forever been a beacon of light, but I’ve gotten used to it. 😉
No, in all seriousness, I couldn’t be more appreciative of this award. The award comes from two ladies who have been such helpful consultants and frequent commentors on my blog. They help me feel like I belong on WordPress. I’d love it if you stopped by and give them some love.
The Library Lady and Rosie Bear : Geanie, a.k.a Library Lady, is a fellow bookaholic and still enjoys the company of Rosie Bear, her childhood pal. The two of them can make you laugh through stories and book reviews. Geanie has a way of making you feel like you’re in the room with her. I like that, a lot. She has a heart of gold, so stop by when you get a chance.
Princess of the Light: Shining the Light For All: MRS. N, the Author is very busy with NaBloPoMo, but her main focus is getting her book, Princess of the Light, published. MRS. N spreads sunshine consistently on her blog. She’s worth checking out, send her well wishes as she carries out her dream.
Now, to keep with the rules of this award I have to share ten random facts about myself. I’ve gotten this award before, so now I’m technically offering out twenty random facts about myself. I feel like that’s quite a lot, if I get this award again there may not be many secrets left for me. Well, there would be a few. 😉 Y’all better not laugh at me. Or do, I can laugh at myself, quite easily, I assure you. Honesty, is one of my best/worst traits, if you ask I will share. Just like eye contact, if someone gives it to me, then I return the favor. This act leaves me no choice, since Geanie and MRS. N shared, I will also share.
I wish I had some intro music…or David Letterman.
1. I love plain cheesecake. Don’t ever ask me if I want nuts, chocolate, fruit, cookies or a drizzling of any sort on my cheesecake. I can’t get excited about that with you. You’re on your own there, friend. Why mess up a good thing, that’s my question to you.
2. I had two 4-H steers growing up. The first one was a Hereford-Angus cross named Panda. I loved him so much. Next was Dude, he was a pain in the butt and he lived up to his name. He loved having his hair blown-out and waved or curled for show. Obviously, he was a diva.
3. I love cowboys. My dad’s nickname is Cowboy. I come from a long line of cowboys/cowgirls.
4. When You Say Nothing At All, by Keith Whitley is a favorite song of mine. I love everything about his voice and the music put to the words, fantastic. Begin Again, by Taylor Swift is another one I’ll share. The writing, is beautiful and I find myself listening to the words frequently. I love the story she tells.
5. I miss riding around in the pick-up with my brother. He’s one of my favorite cowboys and living sixteen hours from him makes me sad. He’s my favorite cook, he fixes everything, he can two-step better than my father, he lets me ride in the Case IH or semi with him, he taught me how to drive a three-on-the tree in Old Blue…oh yeah, this was supposed to be about me. Oops. ((lost in thought))
6. My favorite vacation spot is in the Colorado Rockies. Summer after summer we’d drive up and stay in Eldora, CO at my great uncle’s cabin. It was their summer home and break from California. The cabin was my happy place. I fear that the cousins who have it now, don’t appreciate it quite the same way my father’s family does.
7. My nickname is Aud, and oddly enough I prefer odd numbers. I have a sister who prefers even numbers. Imagine the fight over how the egg carton should look. 🙂 She thinks they all need a buddy. I believe having one stand alone in the column shows independence and bravery. Self confidence, if you will. (I know, it’s just an egg. Who cares…)
8. My dream is to have a porch big enough for all of my friends. We’d sit together, talk about everything, sing familiar songs, I’d feed them, oh how we’d laugh, I’d love on them, offer them ice tea, even sweetened if they preferred, and then make them pinky promise to come back again tomorrow.
9. I’m interested in the Salem witch trials. I cannot imagine living during that time period. The Shape of Mercy, if you’re interested in a fiction story on the events of that time, is a good look inside. I don’t believe in witchcraft. What actually happened during the course of one year (1692-1693) makes my stomach turned over and over again.
10. If I can’t build you up, then who will? I love what God has put me here to do, I honestly do. XOXO
Sweet Spots
The notes allow,
a feeling of familiarity.
It’s the words I crave,
creativity inspires the muse.
The length of the weekend, I loathe.
I’ve Got To Empty My Brain
Well I’ve gone and done it again, folks. I’ve put myself right smack dab in the middle of poetry writing pandemonium. I went forward with a decision I now see was made in haste, yet I feel compelled to let it ride at this point.
In a weak moment the other night I decided to go for it. I became part of a critique group. I’ll be sharing my poetry, some so raw you won’t see it here, but I feel a need for feedback. (Let me know if you’re interested.)
Well well well, feeling brave are we? You could say that or you could chalk it up to seriously bad judgement. I fear it’s a bit premature.
Can I be perfectly honest? This stuff is fighting to come out.
If you’re feeling the urge to make a run for it, I would. I’d do it now. Things could get a little scary around here for a while. There will still be a lot of other writing going on, but I’ve given you fair warning that there may be more poetry. Mostly, because I can’t make it stop.
I’ve packed a bag. It consists of:
* Tissues
*CDs of 80’s Big Hair Bands (Mostly because I can’t get past the guitars, I play a mean air guitar. Guilty.)
*ZZ Top’s Rough Boy on CD ~ constant replay (guitars…)
*My Bible (any guitars in there?)
*Books (to share which ones may reveal more than you care to know)
*LOTS of Emotion (I’ve got voices who’ve been cooped up inside of me for a long time. I think they’ve taken over and agreed to this nonsense, now that I have time to reflect.)
*A Lack of Better Judgement
*Honesty
*Truth
~ Of You
Forces of the unknown, I keep you close;
Feel the push and pull, it’s all self-inflicted.
I read then reread words, admiring your clarity.
Speaking clever exchanges, my mind blissfully addicted,
This fresh interest continues, yet anonymity.
I pursue musing thoughts, here, here and here;
An affinity of the best kind, creatively defined.
*Let me try and explain what I tried to do. If you read from the left and to the comma, then from the left again to the comma and on down, it’s an anticipated daily process. Then if you read from the comma and over, then the comma and over again, and on down its…well, it is what it is. Finally, together, for me, it makes it whole.
The Way It Sounds ~ Makes Me Feel
COFFEE [ kaw-fee ]
Heading into a bit of ridiculousness. Beware!
C – Contains all I need to focus this morning.
O – Often the one I lean on in situations where my hands need a break from persevering.
F – Friends join in, comment on my work and sit while, as I consider their point of view.
F – Familiar fumes of Columbian beans fill my space then proceed to remind me of Dad, too.
E – Entertained at my options: cold or hot, as long as it’s mocha I’ll have a drop.
E – Each time I pour a cup I’m relieved we established early. I know you and you know me.
Familiarity…
Redheaded Sister’s Saddness
I miss my sisters.
I need them today.
A feeling only sisters should witness, has come to stay.
The words I shutter, please find me, I pray.
You can lay your head on my shoulder.
The only act I need, please come and sit with me.
I want you to twirl my red curls around your finger.
As you lay your leg across my knee.
I wanna be near you and wait for my heart to relax.
It’s been through all shapes and sizes for far too long.
Living away still confuses me, am I on the right track?
My heart wonders around looking for truth.
Up and down it goes as my mind searches for you.
Which way to turn for safety, I cannot rightly say
Without your voice I am lost today.
I desire the words that ring honestly true,
“Oh Auddie…we need you.”
Let’s Just Add Versatile Blogger to My Short List…
I began my day seeing a rainbow, a double rainbow, while taking my children to school. I told them that today would be blessed. As I pointed to the rainbow, I explained to them that it was a beautiful promise from God. A reminder of His promise to us. It’s a marvelous thing…
Then my day went just okay. Nothing happened today that stood out as life shattering or earth changing. It was going along like a day you’d rather remember tomorrow then continue to be awake for today. A day of wishing and wanting the day to have gone differently.
And why?
Isn’t every day we’re here a day to be thankful for?
Yes. Continue reading
Give This Girl An Award – She’ll Chew On It Forever
Just when I thought I’d been making good progress with consistent blog posts, I got busy. When I got busy with life wonderful things happened. By wonderful, I mean, someone stopped by my blog to let me know I had received an award.
Well I was just shocked, of course I was. Continue reading



