I read of poets past
with infinite belief
moments come upon us,
often urging we repeat:
Confusion
Regrets
Joys
Happenings,
lessons learned from life,
retold by she, him and them,
possibly, even me.
Asked to compose again,
so that maybe this time
experience will prove, we feel.
If,
probably,
what occurs,
this time,
just isn’t chance
but a path, prepared,
for us.
our eyes never meet
our minds connect simultaneously
our bodies fight off retreat
because its eerie
and then,
here we are together,
something beautiful
pursue, in delicate blinks,
meaning
or occurrence, being
mindful of self
and any further damage
fantasy might do,
to the weakened sensibility,
experienced
around you
scanning tonight
years of my poetry
my fear realized, normal
and I am;
utterly cliché.
alas,
its the chardonnay
or I’ve tricked
myself, again,
into believing
I, extraordinary.
in awe
watching the glass
fill itself,
as I fall, once again,
for Pablo Neruda,
and settle in,
knowing he understands.
After driving fourteen hours
Yesterday; a cloudy crisp rainy span,
I listened intently,
Searched every lyric
Each deep note
Not one brought you
To my already wandering mind.
Where are the words
Which describe what I need,
Probably who I crave you to be?
I wrote 14 sonnets,
Between various musical genres,
Not one found itself upon paper
With both hands on the wheel.
I’ve immortalized
Who you’ll be when you meet me.
I fear for you,
A little,
My giggle followed by a wide smile
And it was still raining, cold
When I finally reached home,
Warm under my cool bedding
Hot hand upon my hip,
It was there that I found you,
Hurry.
Pristine nightfall ends
Even before my dawning
The want is there, love
There, if you listen surely
You will hear a siren’s song for mercy
The tone as mesmerizing as she is
It will cause you to question this reality
Her reality, and
The reality of those who do not hear her.
You’ll wonder
Who is the chosen one?
He who hears, understands the song and watches over her,
Or the others who are blessed with the ability to move along, oblivious?
Might it be them.
No battle sworn into, not fated through the sea, nor deprived of who she really is…
For eternity.
My heart found closure
Over words left unsaid
I can’t force my mind
To lie in your bed
When trust is broken
It’s never the same
We can wish yesterday back
But already, she’s changed
Attention seeker…
Yes, you, Wind!
Am I too close?
Push me away,
Or slam against me;
I need to feel: here.
You’re always right.
Not usually.
Our day over yet?
What do you think?
Stop… just tell me.
Not tonight.
Okay, fine.
I miss you.
I was right over there.
I saw you.
I figured.
Do I get an explanation?
Negative.
Will I ever?
Sit with me.
How can you know?
I hear myself ask me
A whisper speaking without sound
How is it possible?
You mean to love the unknown?
Yes.
I don’t know, but I believe one can.
How?
Because I already do.
***
And in knowing so, today becomes my best birthday yet.
I love you.
Love yourself, love where you’re at today, who you are this moment, and be damn thrilled to know you can love unconditionally, with your whole heart even when tomorrow doesn’t yet make sense.
Smile today 🤓
Surprise foundation
Weave each other into place
Grasping together
What appears scattered and
Left behind, always contains
A story.
Curious,
Superficial sees a nobody,
Welcomed to pass along by,
Wind blows a bit, she nods,
Fully accepting their shortcomings,
Expects nothing, aware.
Astute, is she dressed in commonly.
Yet, most eminent, she
Has use, furthermore, ability.
And she’ll wait
Longer than anyone ever
Thought possible,
For the one who sees
True grit and honesty,
In a lady.
If I closed my eyes and saw simple perfection,
there would be a you.
Words sought by princess’, over hills around mountains, were written
and shared by you.
Dreams play out in forms of melodies I’ve never heard,
but belong to you.
Pools of tears welling up
and lying fearless in my eyelids
await you.
Happily ever after didn’t exist
in plain surroundings,
until the belief of you.
Now I seek every moment,
listening humbly,
for a you.
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.)
She began pastel pink, airy and light
a sense of normalcy.
Darling.
Placing herself gently upon wide open and encompassing blue.
Auspicious.
As if appearing for the sole purpose of approval, geese, in v formation, fly through.
Scene Highlighted.
Prophetic.
Vibrant, at the snap of his command.
Passion, becomes the color of morning.
My favorite hour arrives
Too quickly
Today,
A drive, required,
I need to see
You.
Same car,
Same old highway,
Same steady heartbeat
Purring, excitedly.
I’ve chosen the view,
A spot alongside
Road X,
Wishing to beat you there
My heal digs, as my toes
Push down, steadily,
A muscle in my thigh
Tightens
While pulling to the left,
I roll to a stop. I see you.
Longing for an embrace,
Wishing you did too,
I sit, upon this car hood,
And wait.
There’s never enough
Time
To watch you, my day,
Fall
Into twilight,
As if just for me.
fingers intertwined
my fair skin soft
accepting,
yours, rough
warm
and perfect.
a robin, skipping
into his early arrival,
chirrs, echoing joy
melodiously across
winter’s pasture.
light wind is crisp,
yet knowingly full
of comfort, as we
strengthen our
protective grip,
walking.
breath of sunshine
winter so fair
snowflakes blow
as tumbleweeds,
and there are daisies
in her hair.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 