I wear my heart
Heart on my sleeve
Sleeve: means out open
Open to new beginnings
Beginnings; where the past ends
Ends the rejection felt
Felt when he chose someone else
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Expectation
One day,
When you’re whole
Or complete,
And maybe you already are,
You’ll be her everything.
Being the man I always
Believed you could be,
The one I saw walking
Towards me,
And left feeling
Disappointment.
Walk With Me
I recently submitted my poem for Michael and Neha’s #PoetsForPeace project. I thought I would share it here, as well.
Thank you for asking me to be a part of your global outcry, for giving poet’s a place for communion and for believing in the fact that words have power.
May this campaign bare fruit universally.
Blessings to you both,
Audrey Dawn
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Walk with me
With purpose
We shall not walk alone
Walk with me
Beside me
There is nowhere else
To go
Walk with me
Eyes forward
See what I see
Walk with me
Beside me
There is nowhere else
To go
Walk with me
Please
I crave peace within
Walk with me
Beside me
There is nowhere else
To go
Walk with me
And feel my hand
In vision those to come
Walk with me
Beside me
There is nowhere else
To go
Walk with me
United
Our touch remains the same
Walk with me
Beside me
There is nowhere else
To go
Walk with me
Be mindful
Our burdens not the same
Walk with me
Beside me
There is nowhere else
To go
Walk with me
We’ll listen
Hearts open wide
Walk with me
Beside me
There is nowhere else
To go
Stud
Continuously
A companion by my side
Does he understand
Relocation
Sacrafice
Change
Protects when he can
Surrender
Open to the calmness
that is our soul,
when it is recognized
and at peace,
we will walk
towards our fate.
Destination
I don’t want to be the girl
Who assumes
Too late for fate
And in the end, for you
I want stars, bright
And a harvest moon
Poetic healing
With a photographic view
Sign?
Monochrome color
Backlit heart shining bright
Tomorrow’s promise
Color
I miss
The perfection, that is you
Within my mind.
I reach
Out to hold on,
Soft and clinging,
But I’m unable to touch.
I love
How strong you’ve become,
And I miss you.
Vision of Reality
Across an aquamarine pool
star fairies sparkle and glisten,
a scene of brillance, splediferously true,
found now shimmering upon my fair skin.
Secluded moments live here, too
dancing and guiding are the wisps
throughout the day, into twilight’s hues,
freckles, counted, by way of sun’s kiss, claim me.
Apollo offers to illuminate the view,
his hands sculpting radiance; bronze tones,
as summer temperatures offer proof,
his abilities masterful and, yes, epic.
Cicada’s persistence found romantic,
while evening shades finally filter through,
smell of honeysuckle murmurs to the wind,
hinting to how life could be once alone with you.
Quick Update
Hey, all y’all! I know you’re wondering, so I’m giving you an update of sorts. I have new poetry in the morning, but for now a few highlights from the last two months…
His Chest
I came across
With fingers, gently .
Tips to skin
Lingering upon chest,
Muscles strong, aging
Beautifully,
Which held stories
Of life, working
Pain and pleasure.
Thriving heartbeat
Awakened sensations
Within me,
Pump pump pump
Felt. Enjoyed. Eased.
I’d been there before,
Or hadn’t,
But I will be again.
Initiation of Spring
Northern winds, usually sonorous, prepare a mournful tune
wheeling sallow remains,
once bale,
across open fields,
just yesterday.
Almost Always
Hurts me, almost
Always. Remembering.
I knew, almost
Always. The lie.
Pain comes, almost
Always. At daylight.
I fail, almost
Always. Forgetting.
I need, almost
Always. The affirmation.
I am, almost
Always. Enough.
Innocence
Holistic Wayfarer made me an offer I couldn’t refuse, so I wrote a guest post a few weeks ago. I’m thrilled to see my memorable story on her blog tonight. Honored and better for the journey…
We were a family before that Autumn arrived, and I possessed an innocence I find myself briefly memorializing. Turning right off the curving highway of the farming community I once called home places me on Hickory Street and the breeze through the window, smelling of Nebraska dirt, welcomes me back. I was 11 that year.
“Too hot to work, Chris,” I declare, getting comfortable on the grassy fringe of my pebbly street.
The afternoon sun, halting the progress of a finished tree house, creates sparkling stones that slide through my fingers and into the pockets of my shorts. Too many treasures to leave behind or live without, as dirt patterns on my hands become spiraling rivers and the first letter of a loved one’s name.
Then an incline, along the north side of Hickory, runs next to my house. Children find respite from the feverish tunnel-building on the hill of…
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Thinker
Contemplated life
Eternity the distance
Stone faced, sat due west
Break Free
I could write
Of yesterday
And the pain it caused,
Or continue to cry
Over what was lost,
Either one overburdened
And neither,
Change anything.
Feeling
do you remember, feeling
the soft brush of a whisper
upon your neck?
gentle thaw of shivers
frozen’s early revealing
i’ll never forget
Precious Gift
ornamental treasure,
fruit of strength, a beauty,
the intendment.
enduring winter’s touch,
one’s arranged depletion,
should’ve changed her, did.
timber’s forbidden release,
her lifeline, clinging,
precious she will remain.
Duenna
Affluence of purification
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