My desire to write poetry,
has been affected by your presence,
the same fevered passion exists
yet, its been reduced to your name
maybe even a letter in the end
my muse, this pandora’s box, the new beginning and my end is with you.
So come the rushing waters of what might one day be,
bring on the swirls of passionate winds,
stretch the legs of workers in the trenches of this world,
my love breathes in these,
i am because of you.
Being Mommy today
I feel my soul opening
Flying free
A day full of smells and
Happy.
Attention seeker…
Yes, you, Wind!
Am I too close?
Push me away,
Or slam against me;
I need to feel: here.
Soft signs of soon
Soon, signs of soft
Signs soft, of soon
Of soft, soon signs
Soft soon, signs of
*Taking four words and writing poetry.
The phrase “soft signs of soon” caused such comfort this morning. Curious to see when placing them in a different order would body and mind react differently. Comfort, anxiousness, hopefulness, reflection, and peace were felt after each line.
I’m focusing on language and how it causes the poet in me to react. I’m happy with the outcome of this exercise and wanted to share it with y’all.
Does this make any sense to you or have I arrived at the Cliff of Rediculusness? Smiles. So what if I have…
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A quick glance into my today. I do hope all is well in WordPress land. Thank you for continuing to read my poetry, as of late. I’ve shared much of what was written over the past year. There will continue to be some of that, please take caution when reading and don’t worry too much about me, as not all will reflect the moment.
I’m full-time mom, full-time employee, and full-time single household juggling, so please know I appreciate you being here in my space and leaving an encouraging word.
Your understanding and support means more than you will ever know. I recognize how difficult it can be to write while continuing to be present enough to encourage your peers. You never go unnoticed. I want you to believe this most importantly.
Thankful you still see the remnants of a Poetess about, as she is the woman who inspires me and the one I will crawl on my knees, however the distance, to find once again.
Always,
Aud
Continuously
A companion by my side
Does he understand
Relocation
Sacrafice
Change
Protects when he can
Her wisdom
Hints towards assurance,
While her eyes reveal
Confusion,
But the light blushing
Across her fair skin
Reveals
Everything.
do you remember, feeling
the soft brush of a whisper
upon your neck?
gentle thaw of shivers
frozen’s early revealing
i’ll never forget
As my memories caress the hint
Of Spring’s sweet young breeze
I go in search of innocence
And where I began.
Auburn ringlets, sway
Carrying an eager tone of giggles
Found in fairytales of peace and virtue.
As I push my legs forward,
I daydream. Nothing has changed.
Is there an ache
so strong
my whisper
could control
Is there a moment
so missed
my touch
could waken
Is there a need
so spiritual
my soul
could tame
Is there pain
so real
my love
could fix
Today,
(warm splendid breeze)
All I want,
(which makes a vibrating heart ache)
Is to hold your warm hand,
(your caring touch that ultimately guides)
And tell you everything.
(my lifetime of moments, making me who I am)
humbly,
how do I handle,
every thought found,
deep inside?
born,
without a voice,
kept hidden,
under my control.
bundled,
tightly upon,
my breasts,
ache, alive and well.
slowly,
pushing my mind,
irrationally so,
towards giving up.
aware,
i’m only one,
emotional woman,
who’s unworthy.
mindful,
i’m gravitating,
towards views,
full of clutter.
asking,
to sit beside,
material rubble,
for peace.
Branches transforming into her hair
Watching, but not meaning to stare
I wonder, how often your mind goes there
Your hands slowly needing to gather
One delicate end to the other
In an effort to feel her
Lightest of tree feathers linger
Cascading through your rough fingers
Your senses confirming, as lips simper
Silky, smooth and smelling of pine
I know you think of her all the time
Understanding now, you’ll never be mine
Melancholy twilight,
Convinces me to sing,
Of aquamarine skies,
With hues of tangerine.
Leaving me to whisper,
With no idea what to say,
Meet me in my dreams,
Help me forget about today…
And then she sighs to herself
Yes, it is just like that…
Guessing, however, she’s quite sure
The beat of her heart is heard
Consumed by a warm breeze
You return to me almost gallantly
Succumbing to that familiar murmur
I’m here
Be still
Relax
Reflecting duo
Sirenity of nature
Ignore each other
Nothing connects, right now
Words narrowly escape deletion
With everything I have, I try
Not to find disgust, oozing
From my pores, which lack essence
Truthfulness and ability
I’m losing the battle, daily
Believing I am, nothing
I want you to know I am writing, but this is all that has come out the last few days.
Casting down poetic eyes,
while fostering emotions differently,
an accepting Poetess waits.
To protect herself,
she delicately wraps,
her fated heart,
destined to react,
expressively.
Securing each subliminal verse,
as her own dreaded curse,
she stands alone.
Tears falling, gently,
escaping from her grasp,
lost inside moments,
she knows will pass.
Sat delicate, pay no mind,
She isn’t for you, not your kind.
Awaits a brave fellow,
Adorned in yellow,
To match her, petal for petal.
No disrespect intended, you see,
She thrives on his primitive abilities,
To find her, Melancholy Mellow, lingering.
