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.
Light enhances a heliotrope tinge
Starlet becomes a beautiful specimen
Without her, we’re left simply craving
Roaming gardens for an alternative
Proving she’s the one above all else
We’d rather wait for with baited breath
Upon a tower, for one small glimpse
Of the unique and luminous bellflower
Good morning sighs,
The softest touch.
Delicate pastels,
Passionately whisper.
Lay yourself down,
Upon shaking ground,
Atop the dawn’s dew.
Allow yourself time,
Feel the earth quake.
Sensory fulfillment,
Of life with love, awaits.
Trying to sparkle
Amongst confusion
How’d she end up here
Once again, questioning
Field Daisy born of trouble
Rocks breathing life into her
Thrives beyond comprehension
Disbelieving in her random beauty
Appearing timeless, and perfect here
Emotions overwhelm me
Watching the sun set together
Our childhood memories remind
Saying good night flows differently
Sitting amongst the strength of siblings
“Well, I don’t think you should look at life like that, honestly.”
“How should I look at change then, Darling? Isn’t this view amazing? Think about how wonderful star gazing would be from this spot.”
“I’d rather discuss what you surprised me with a moment ago.”
“You seem rather proud of yourself, Handsome.”
“I’m proud of you, actually. ”
“I was thinking we should buy this place.”
“I agree. Earlier, when you had your hand in my pocket teasing me, I had visions of your naked body right here.”
“Ahh, and now here I am.”
“Yes, isn’t that the strangest coincidence, Love.”
“You always could get me to do anything, you know.”
“Let’s just remember who was naked first, shall we?”
I try to write
Yet, nothing comes
Too much uncertainty
Consumes my thinking
I’m left with nothing to feel
Come to me, my muse
You know what to do
I’ve nothing to give
Living in darkness
However, it all runs through me
Their pain
His fear
Her joy
Your love
My desire
I’ve nothing left to offer
Come get me
Make them all go away
Allow me to lose myself in you
When I recieve a Hail Mary text from a dear friend who is in need of a poem I do my best to deliver. Girl, sit back after the children have been tucked in and listen to me. Motherhood never promised to be easy. No point in asking for a refund. Lean on your friends, Ladies. Hugs!
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Allow me your place
Drowning in dirty water
Looks easy and frightening
Witness
Clouds rolling
Sun’s choreography
Fighting to be seen
A divine vision
Pageantry of rays
Out performing
Pushing to comfort
My gloomy day
Sat in on my first poetry reading today.
Since college, that is.
Of course, I sat in the back.
Watching.
Learning.
Scared to death for all Poets.
Only fifteen of them.
The African American was phenomenal.
His deep voice calling me in.
As if saying, Audrey, join them.
Open mic, yes, it was time.
Nerves shot, don’t call for mine.
No one forced.
Each one took a turn.
Audrey clapped.
Audrey laughed.
Audrey shed her tears.
Silently.
Show them who you are, darling.
I whispered to myself.
My voice already shaking.
Lack of confidence, maybe.
But I’ll do anything in full view.
Play a part.
Smile my smile.
Sing a song.
Laugh til it drives you wild.
Share myself?
My poetry?
My soul?
Who I am?
Exactly.
I just couldn’t.
I didn’t.
Leaving again.
Unworthy.
Damn it!
Oh! Hello…what are you, friend
How quickly you caught my eye
Who sent you, to grow wildly green
When will you reveal yourself to me
Where have you come from, my dear
Why do I find you irresistible and sexy
Like a clam
Tight
Never bold
Never brave
Holding on
Fantastically
A gem quietly sits
Feelings
All mine
I own them
Nobody’s witness
Proven over and over again
Never asking or pushing
She’s a funny girl
Afraid of the bull
Which lives within
Like a clam
Craving the push and pull
Powerful waters
Forcing the gem to breathe
In murky waters
Or
Fresh
Clean
Air
Finally
I’m aware of you
A heart I hear beating
Loud and true
Da dum
Da dum
Da dum
Working its way through
I’ve waited for the words to appear
Emotions floating
I reach up to tame them
Placing all in their rightful places
I hear your drum
I sense your need
Da dum
Da dum
Da dum
I have urges too
To be the best
All for you
A Muse
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 