Early morning viewing, only the good die young, or so Billy says.
Caught once again between regret and dread.
I thought of you this morning, driving into OZ,
“Turn around, Aud.”
I didn’t, nearly cost me my life, and here I am
pleading with the essence of what’s left of you.
Lead me, hollar louder,
my constant plea is evident, ignored.
I sensed your protection, view from afar, then kids told me, but – yet
you are who you are.
morning creates challenge
feeling her breath push back against her face
reflects the battle frenzy
one mind, two ideas
reluctant, her leading continues
clearer moments, please
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What I Would Have Shown You
there’s a shift recognized
goes unseen by most
a voice goes from commanding
to the whisper of a ghost.
rejection so subtle
goes unseen by most
a presence longed for
hidden now, door closed.
i could get lost inside you,
graciously forever, often
yearning for the
direction
you show,
beauty
you create,
protection
you offer,
mystery
you provide,
colors
you inspire,
dreams
you conduct.
without them, i
wouldn’t know where to begin
and incredibly certain
i wouldn’t want to.
Eyes not yet connected
Souls searched routinely,
Understanding
Inevitable,
You breathe, I breathe.
Reconcile
Our belonging,
Lead me
Clearly anxious, misinformed, she,
Caught up in believing half truths.
Effortless care, still a mystery,
Darling, then along came you.
A path you provided, as her lead,
Encouraged life bright from blue.
A lady, now reborn and finally free,
Adorning light from shadowy hue.
Observing strength, submitting,
From your power, her soul drew.
Radiant eyes beaming belief,
I look in the mirror, I see you.
I’ve taught myself,
My eyes see each line.
Every intertwining part,
And how I wish they wouldn’t.
Definition in absolutes,
Best seen in piceous,
On a backdrop of gray.
When I look too far,
Spherical shapes calm me,
Hanging, swaying with ease.
Moments when I wish,
I approved of curves.
Yet, if I allowed,
You would insist.
Can’t you,
please?
I ask, however,
Begging, it seems.
Capture, my essence,
And tell them,
For me.
Express my need,
Rooted inside,
Verdant grounding.
You must show,
How going without,
suffocates.
Robs me,
Of who I am.
My Muse,
Only you know.
This trail of wildflowers,
Varied, yet pristine,
And full of desire,
Leads…
I’m left here,
muted.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 