Carry me, across cerulean
Allow me to dip,
My hazel eyes
Make me your Aurora
I’ll paint a divine sky
And bring you your dawning
Impression
There may be nothing else
Quite like her, beaming
Willing to arch within sunlight,
Spectacular favor.
Candied flora exposed, impressionable, it seems.
Truth be told, if you watch
Her heart exudes passion,
Quite instinctively, efflorescence,
life’s luxury.
May I?
May I…?
I have a few words left inside of me, if you listen intently you’ll hear them pleading, “Audrey, write us as poetry.”
Forever the shy one with something to say, yet I return no longer hidden. I humbly ask for grace as I allow my soul the opportunity to speak again.
I miss you. I apologize for being away. My life has changed, but I’m still me. Just now gaining strength and peeking through… My poetry will continue.
Love Always,
Audrey Dawn
I Offered Myself To You
Thoughtful and creative words
Full of thankfulness,
Reflect me, as a woman
Appreciative of being heard.
These gifts
Are nothing in comparison
To my submission
As I offered myself to you.
I waited a long time to be seen
Through your poetic eyes
Read my poetry, and find clearly
I felt you long before you arrived.
***
Thank you for listening,
Aud
Pain
I watched her
the pain in her eyes
the grip she had on the handle
white knuckled
slowly departing
caving to her mind
yet, feeling her heart
fight right back
tears wiped
smudged across her cheek
watching through
a rainy mirrored day
as she slowly becomes me
incapable of allowing
what her soul needs
Proof
because in his care
I feel protected
so finding beauty
in simplicity
reflects his love
and my peace
Unconditional
Thinking today,
how so effortlessly,
a photo I captured
was chosen, by you,
as a favorite.
Put to a frame
inside your world,
honoring me,
I feel that so deeply.
I am blessed.
Listening
I visited Devil’s Backbone last summer with my siblings. We almost missed the opportunity and I’m thankful we made the trip. What a wonderful surprise to come across Jay’s post. I felt instantly connected to the memories I cherish of Colorado. If you don’t follow Jay’s poetry you should, I believe. I’ve found he has a great sense of humor, which he rarely shows. I did the hard part. I forced him to talk to me and what I’ve found is he’s just the man I expected. Humble, yet, oh so ornery, I’ve found. Smiles. He’s a true poet. He’s survived a living hell and is here to show us we can learn to smile again. Please do me a favor and stop by Poet NbJ and follow his blog. Poke on him a bit. He deserves it. I’ve found authentic people are the easiest ones to support. He’s one of the good guys and tonight his photo comforts me.
Life: New Beginnings
You are my new beginning,
the life,
I so badly need.
I feel you
inside of me.
Pushing me to strive harder,
to find a way,
to please you
better.
Not because you demand it,
of me,
but because I am aware
you are the air
I so badly need,
to breathe.
Waking
Most fragrant as the sun wakes her,
gently the rays stir her soul.
Feeling proof of a strong presence,
dew, his markings, she’s told.
Accepting nourishment to blossom,
she, quite often, in his control.
Arching into each spectacular layer,
while feeling his touch, she’ll glow.
Here
All I keep thinking
is I took you home with me,
from here: my world.
Inside me,
there is a rhythm,
a melody and a presence
I recognize.
Weakening into a strength,
inside this cool air,
allowed me
to breathe, to feel
and be myself.
The quietness,
awakening my core
as I heard the sound of love;
pure devotion, nothing more.
I keep this spirit,
this lead, and confidence,
close.
You’re thriving,
more than simply alive
behind my breasts.
You’re beating continuously,
effortlessly wild,
yet, this isn’t enough.
I belong with you, here.
I’m Not An Italian Poetess
Typical Monday, it seems. Tried making lunch, while writing my feelings. Epic fail ensues, as thoughts continue to pursue my mind. Forcing me so easily to forget the time.
Poet’s are always lyrical, definitely this one, it seems. I can’t get past writing this as poetry. Stick a knife in my side. Please, won’t you abide? My friends, don’t write and bake, unless burned pizza is all you’re willing to take. My wishes sincere, once again, don’t do both while planning to eat, you won’t win.
Thankful I have a few other attributes that keep you coming around. Like maybe my smile or even my frowns. Tears shower plenty upon these walls, oh God, stop her before she continues to pitfall.
Laughter begins, oh look, a grin! Yep, tis possible, she’s drunk again. No, my friends, it isn’t so. I’m just handling a Monday, so far as this one goes…
Loyal followers, stay with me, please. This is only going to hurt for a minute. Slap happy grins is how I’ll spin it, you’ll see.
***
She’ll never be an Italian chef
and poetess, too
just look at what
wandering thoughts
can do…
Writer’s multitasking summer,
kitchen’s a wreck,
lovely ideas interrupt
baking, for endless possibilities,
if only I would’ve stopped to check…
This homemade pizza now crisp
and slightly burned, tis true
thankful, in the end
this treat,
is simply a vessel for brew…
I should go back into the Houston sun. It’s just delightfully hot and humid here. Yeah, I know, I’m almost done. The end is near…
Yours,
Audrey
Where Is
Where is the light I long for
while nothing else makes sense
Where is the touch my heart needs
after incredibly hard moments
Where is the air so calm
to soothe my wandering soul
Where is the rewind button
for our journey, the one I’ve missed
A Breath Of Life
Church bells play,
Kumbaya,
tone conveying,
family security;
a melody of safety.
Auburn ringlets ride,
through,
a cool breeze,
the horse’s name,
Sunshine.
Summer’s dawn,
Nebraska earth,
just a few things,
mere reflection,
of life: breathing.
Hungry
Convincing story
Colorado eyes reflect
Food is all he needs
A Plea
Love is
Sought and believed
By some
Wholeheartedly.
Feels like
Kinship with the sun,
Heat it radiates
Upon skin,
Beams of trust
Felt
Enveloped,
By arms
Sans armor.
Allow me
To feel protection,
My plea,
Others have fought
And overcome,
So they could live.
Now,
I want to breathe.
Reminder
any word you forget
let me whisper it in your ear
if there is a touch you miss
allow me to be near
while you may not hear me
every moment of your restless day
know that I am alive in you
in the most eternal way
Pink Velvet
When the rest have vanished
Visions seem bleak
Find comfort in velvet
Passionate in pink
Vintage Memories
Passed through the screen door,
Recalled the carpeted staircase,
Felt the pull of Maxine,
Grandmother, to me.
Twenty-three years, two months
Since we stood closely,
Right here
Packing odds and ends
To her,
Treasures, to me.
Cabinet I’ll never forget
Cookie dough testing,
“Needs flour, touch it, you’ll see,
Grab the butterscotch chips,
These will be Grandpa’s offerings.”
Sounds made when the drawers
Opened and closed, vintage whisperings,
Now upon my ears,
Fingertips sliding across moments,
Years.
Window gifting the same view,
advice,
Coverings, crisp and clean
Perfect place, for
Snapping green beans,
Twice.
Time to move the sprinklers,
Grab a bucket, strawberries to tend,
Summers without her
Still painful, something I dread.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 