Morning nourishment
Blueberry sweetness secure
What matters the most
***
Hustle of giggles
Cold toes kick up snowy hills
Whatever will be
***
Always a mom first
Stop growing up so quickly
My first name, Audrey
*** (Not my child, or photo, so if it’s yours all credit goes to you, of course.)
Do you know the owl,
The one who sits now
Upon the middle limb,
The patchwork branch,
Of a once thriving essence?
Her skin is exposed,
Bare, light timber
Amongst veined,
Even freckled patches of,
Black and grey bark.
Owl remains perched,
Guarding at the helm,
As the brightest star sets
Behind thinning stock, and
What is now his tree,
Whether he chooses to
Believe it or not.
She’s the aftermath of
Witnessed abuse,
Pain felt,
And reoccurring sadness
As others depart.
He’s her stoic protector
And shall not fade
With the evening sun.
Been fussing with my tree for a few days. Tryin’ to create festive feelings by decorating. Each morning brings colder weather and along with it the sniffles and coughs.
The children have been giving 100% in all their activities and with school. My responsibilities are being tended to, as well. The Christmas season is upon us. A lot to be thankful for this year. Today, we’re going to take in the wonder of our many blessings.
I hope you do, as well.
Happy Sunday, Y’all.
Countless thinks, he
would have said.
She, deemed him brilliant
without inquiring, could she.
In the end, she’s had them,
and he is, regardless…
i hear sunshine
although the tone
too low or far away
to devour or identify.
there’s sparks
offered out
into the world
and they come
from your eyes.
a gentle smile
given in part
for those blessed
to be near you
and those who
trust your heart.
i yearn, dream
knowing one day
life will continue
as it was meant be.
Exhausted leaves falling
Past my window
Pane. Just as ashes
of Jerico, the same.
Division is an end
and new begins.
Goldenrod hues
Remind me of adieu,
Forgiveness remains
Front of my mind,
And nothing stops
The hands of time.
Search for rebirth
And find me in you.
Redemption’s season
Where grace continues
Showering sunrise
Rain swift and cool
Laying a wet blanket
Across me
Running to the car
“Don’t slip…”
I somehow hear.
Your chuckle
Following me,
Strong hand
Upon my hip
Protecting
Guiding
Is that possible
fighting words
words inside my mind
mindful of my beliefs
beliefs which carry
carry me into the light
light where you exist
exist in my every day
day: when I search
search for you the most.
Abundant living
Choices everywhere
There’s only one me; one human being: you, singular
And its unrealized, we’re all dazed.
Take care of you, I’ll protect me. Life unpredictable. Created perfectly. Alone, but with need and love to give.
Inevitable
Accepting free fall decent
Holy spirit move
woke to wonderment
soft bite to my lower lip
hazel eyes aglow
daylight cruises
toward nightfall
and I remember when.
Bon Jovi sang
it isn’t hearts breaking even,
which is why, I still delight
in all that was genuine.
I know my decision
wasn’t
needing
you to feel a similar pain,
I’d just finally decided
we were too young to die
this way.
Content in myself
Watching those thrive around me
Joy of fulfillment
Talk by way of fireflies,
insistant lights
dancing off the water,
flickering stardust
amongst us, with you allowing.
Reach within, feel me
soothing. Release what
controls
and prove you know
what you’re doing.
Moonlit night, high
your command or fancy,
per nature, entrusting.
Biblical; essence of old,
illuminate my soul.
I own a purpose
Within this life
I feel deepest when
My sonant sings.
Winds have howled,
My thoughts often left
Rationalized. What
Will tomorrow bring…
West winds reappear,
Command again,
I’m humbly listening.
Refuse the darkness when
It offers. Watch time take
What belongs to my soul,
And place it faithfully
Upon my willing shoulders.
I’ll continue to carry
my essence,
And give flight to the
Zephyr inside of me.
***
Thank you to those who supported my poetic effort. The A to Z Poetry Challenge brought me back to my poetry. Humbled. ♡
The side of you
That refuses
Taction, a bond, or
Ties to intimacy,
Thanks you.
The rest of you,
Trimbles awaiting
Tender completeness.
Though love suffered,
Time will heal,
Then
Take a minute,
Touch again, and
Trust love’s encore.
Where did you go
The deep hum, of your voice
Followed me in, but didn’t
Retreat along side of me
When I fled. My expectation
Wasn’t fair, I know.
The work is hard,
Battle even more so.
Are you still fighting,
Does the war continue,
Did strength
Defeat in there?
Soft hands still covering
Fragile heart. Fate leads
a Warrior. Love will win.
Strong.
I’ve allowed myself
The freedom to write
What is inside me,
My poetic truth.
What
Doesn’t belong:
Doubt, second guessings.
Feelings of disgust
Over who I see,
Wanting to give up
Far too easily.
This
Does a disservice
To those who
Beautifully created me.
not a minute shall return
what’s been said, taken
i’m lost between
whatever
and
i’m sorry,
maybe even,
you hurt me.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 