Purple hues and hushed tones
Obediently inspire a poetess
For as light is required of day
Poetry eases through one’s soul
So who am I to deny life,
Might we humbly continue?
Tag Archives: Life
Age of Innocence
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.
Journey
the purpose of future,
dear one, shall always be
the promise of offering
individuality.
reveal yourself, hear my revenant whisper
there will be no one else
quite like you, accept
life’s spirited blessing.
Your Dawning
Carry me, across cerulean
Allow me to dip,
My hazel eyes
Make me your Aurora
I’ll paint a divine sky
And bring you your dawning
Impression
There may be nothing else
Quite like her, beaming
Willing to arch within sunlight,
Spectacular favor.
Candied flora exposed, impressionable, it seems.
Truth be told, if you watch
Her heart exudes passion,
Quite instinctively, efflorescence,
life’s luxury.
May I?
May I…?
I have a few words left inside of me, if you listen intently you’ll hear them pleading, “Audrey, write us as poetry.”
Forever the shy one with something to say, yet I return no longer hidden. I humbly ask for grace as I allow my soul the opportunity to speak again.
I miss you. I apologize for being away. My life has changed, but I’m still me. Just now gaining strength and peeking through… My poetry will continue.
Love Always,
Audrey Dawn
I Offered Myself To You
Thoughtful and creative words
Full of thankfulness,
Reflect me, as a woman
Appreciative of being heard.
These gifts
Are nothing in comparison
To my submission
As I offered myself to you.
I waited a long time to be seen
Through your poetic eyes
Read my poetry, and find clearly
I felt you long before you arrived.
***
Thank you for listening,
Aud
Here
All I keep thinking
is I took you home with me,
from here: my world.
Inside me,
there is a rhythm,
a melody and a presence
I recognize.
Weakening into a strength,
inside this cool air,
allowed me
to breathe, to feel
and be myself.
The quietness,
awakening my core
as I heard the sound of love;
pure devotion, nothing more.
I keep this spirit,
this lead, and confidence,
close.
You’re thriving,
more than simply alive
behind my breasts.
You’re beating continuously,
effortlessly wild,
yet, this isn’t enough.
I belong with you, here.
Where Is
Where is the light I long for
while nothing else makes sense
Where is the touch my heart needs
after incredibly hard moments
Where is the air so calm
to soothe my wandering soul
Where is the rewind button
for our journey, the one I’ve missed
A Breath Of Life
Church bells play,
Kumbaya,
tone conveying,
family security;
a melody of safety.
Auburn ringlets ride,
through,
a cool breeze,
the horse’s name,
Sunshine.
Summer’s dawn,
Nebraska earth,
just a few things,
mere reflection,
of life: breathing.
Hungry
Convincing story
Colorado eyes reflect
Food is all he needs
A Plea
Love is
Sought and believed
By some
Wholeheartedly.
Feels like
Kinship with the sun,
Heat it radiates
Upon skin,
Beams of trust
Felt
Enveloped,
By arms
Sans armor.
Allow me
To feel protection,
My plea,
Others have fought
And overcome,
So they could live.
Now,
I want to breathe.
Vintage Memories
Passed through the screen door,
Recalled the carpeted staircase,
Felt the pull of Maxine,
Grandmother, to me.
Twenty-three years, two months
Since we stood closely,
Right here
Packing odds and ends
To her,
Treasures, to me.
Cabinet I’ll never forget
Cookie dough testing,
“Needs flour, touch it, you’ll see,
Grab the butterscotch chips,
These will be Grandpa’s offerings.”
Sounds made when the drawers
Opened and closed, vintage whisperings,
Now upon my ears,
Fingertips sliding across moments,
Years.
Window gifting the same view,
advice,
Coverings, crisp and clean
Perfect place, for
Snapping green beans,
Twice.
Time to move the sprinklers,
Grab a bucket, strawberries to tend,
Summers without her
Still painful, something I dread.
Life
Life lives pristine white
Continue reading
Poison Control
Where SHE Needs HIM To Be…
Asked, ” where does SHE need HIM to be?”
my poetry, as of late, offers questioning.
I don’t know, quite honestly,
I suspect, he knows,
innately.
believing when she is cared for,
love will feel like a drop of dew,
caught,
by a mountain view.
waking a heart from the start,
answering before the questions begin,
functioning on complete trust,
not yesterday’s sins.
HIM will know this heart of hers,
SHE his soulmate,
HIM, the one who understands,
the directions SHE will go, listens.
leading effortlessly, watching ,
with pride,
he already knows,
similar they are inside.
no effort required, mostly,
shouldn’t love be that easy?
HIM and SHE believe in connection
completely,
eternity born from fated opportunity.
***
For Shari, who asked me, “What about where SHE needs HIM to be?” I hope this is a sufficient answer. My first follower, now a dear friend, I adore you. I appreciate you watching over me. Thanks for offering a chance for me to ponder your question.
Care
A magical splendor happens here
Among the winds of wild
Emotions felt, across my skin
As I remember his smile
And how it fits, perfect
Upon my heart
Strong, brave and controlled
Paying no mind to the breeze
Or how hard it blows
Choices (Haibun)
Change of plans occur
Let’s go the wrong direction
Leading me to you
And then sometimes life happens and we take another direction.
Definitely not the path you or I would’ve chosen, had we been given the option, but life changing paths exist, as well, and we have to figure out how to survive them.
We can choose to accept fate, brave destiny with strength, or we can decide to hide and wish the dreadful path away.
It doesn’t change anything, I’ve realized. In my opinion, hiding and wishing something away never looked good on anyone.
Most importantly, not on me, so here I sit. Staring into destiny. Pay no mind to the tears in my eyes. Chose to be brave with me today, please.
On we go…
Absence
without his comfort
void of true morning air
lacking brilliance, I believe
especially, when he’s not there
wait upon contentment
thrive within the verse
know he’s in the shadows
and life could be so much worse
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 