
colorful oyster
topography limiting
history repeats
colorful oyster
topography limiting
history repeats
I am the girl
who holds every word
received
in her hands.
Searches each paragraph
with hope,
of finding a piece
adoration for me.
treasures kept sheltered
harbored closely within
delicate layers possibly
sought after, one day
keenly aware, yet
hesitant to believe in
their existence,
he’ll seek
may she be found adequate,
even desirable,
arguably – his purpose,
one day
ebbs and flows; comes and goes
the reality of the daily,
creates opportunity
sharing this life with another
is meant to be.
sometimes it is easier
to allow the tears to fall,
warmly sit, and watch the sun set.
praying quietly for love
to come and conquer all,
lover, are you listening yet?
white piles high
work boots coming in handy
always tie tightly
The brilliance of his reds
The muted hues of the shes
Building lives together
Watch them live their dreams
I have faith in you
I don’t have to have a reason,
I’ll wait forever if I must.
Wouldn’t life be wonderful
You’re the only one,
The only one I trust.
I know you’re here
I saw you wink at me through
the spider web over by the clothesline
in the leaves floating gently in the breeze
falling down into dew filled grass
upon the wings of the monarch
your smile sparkles
and the potting shed sits empty another day
pulled grass from the flowerbeds
today
few weeds too
robins kept me company
introduced them to some
of my worm friends
not a great day for the worms
the robins almost giggled
planted peonies today
pink
took the leftovers
he was going to mow them down
maybe they will like
my house
see’em next summer, or maybe I’ll be surprised
hiding behind flowers
masking myself;
for a moment,
their beauty
mine.
escaping reality
living as they do
carefree,
gorgeous
desired.
I refuse to be
To be the girl who doesn’t
Who dosen’t show you
Show you what and who I am
Who I am, I adore
I adore what makes me, me
Me, me the woman who tries
Who tries to be everything
Be every thing, to everyone
To every one, sadly, I cannot
I cannot be all of perfection
Of perfection, unobtainable, so notice me
Notice me inspite of what I’m not
I’m not the lady I once thought
Once thought who’d always create
Always create the poetry I desire
I desire sharing my soul
My soul aches towards connection
Towards connection I find completeness
Find completeness within myself
Within myself there is growth
Is growth enough for me
For me, it must be
Must be the sun found rising
Found rising outside my window
My window, compass in the kitchen
The kitchen where I sense you
Sense you up against me
Against me and deeply breathing
Deeply breathing in my essence
My essense, an offer only for you
For you, I will remain.
imagine with me, if you will
red dirt dusted
upon his boots,
the chair otherworldly
a product of sturdy,
lean legs crossed
relaxed.
smokey eyes intent on
the crown of the moon
and sun before him
a sigh,
twilight.
aware of every shift, made upon his domain,
cheekbones defined
as he contemplates
his tomorrow.
I see him,
and all I need is to
worship him.
Loving this song’s message on EVERY level this morning.
Oh how I miss this space. ♡
“Mommying” in every direction as of late. Working on being intentional.
Still have this fantasy of a white or dark knight who musters up and says, “I’m picking up this side of the box. Let’s roll.”
I see so much potential in the best of places, yet I’m drawn to Him. I pray its known.
Until then I do what needs done. Normal. Everyday. Girl.
Yours.
my step is lighter, yet
i want you here,
can’t imagine this feeling will ever go away.
whatever the journey
lessons are learned
being open to growth
is difficult,
but I’ve humbled myself,
ready for today.
***
What I Would Have Shown You
– The End.
thankful for each angle
my eyes receive,
my heart accepts
and can no longer grieve,
over what I cannot create
or wish into being,
I must be okay
and continue living.
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What I Would Have Shown You
Found atop a blanket of motley colors,
A woman born of divine design,
what does she dream of, they wonder.
Fairytales full of splendor,
Fantasies full of surrender,
Suddenly she remembers how to shine.
Caught inside in the textures of our earth,
and the weight of why we’re here,
inspiration returns.
Her eyes see what no one else has to find, she is happy to believe.
Her fingers willingly touch what others presumably mustn’t,
and her heart is open towards the clouds. She is ready to receive.
Isn’t it a wonder!
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What I Would Have Shown You
And then there was light.
Those are someone else’s words,
but I felt them run through me,
a cleansing.
I watched in awe, as power
consumed nature.
In my time – is all I heard.
Then the storm moved in and surrounded me,
created a blindness towards
my search for understanding,
quite literally!
Washed in clouds,
cold air across my face,
red curls blowing everywhere,
and a giggle began from deep inside of me. Clouds!
Let him decide.
Change was here.
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What I Would Have Shown You