cotton upon my cheek,
birds in the multiples singing,
dawn’s sunlight hitting my red hair,
and with you is my where
*Sorry for the double post. I just wanted the video to pop up.
Tag Archives: Music
Oh, To Play
if there is a puddle
from an afternoon rain,
recently pattered down
to greet us,
do we jump and giggle?
Aye, he chuckles.
then what do we think of those
who choose not
to play?
might they be tense,
foul, controlled, or
too concerned for our liking?
probably, she muses,
but we need them, too.
so I’ll fight for an opportunity
to see their smile
every single day,
while my toes wiggle in the rain
with you.
Blindsided
Sitting in a crowed coffee shop
Instrumental music plays
Gorgeous
Deepest notes, each one
Sound like you,
If you were a note,
Deepest faith,
Deepest devotion,
Deepest love,
One I could have seen
Relying on
And she must have thought so, too
Bleeding Heart
I’ve noticed your attempt at
Subtle vocabulary,
To encourage
Without
Allowing me to fall.
You’re too late,
This has always been
What I do best.
Day Five – 5 Day Song Challenge
Between He And I
i cried with Him,
wept, really,
as i gazed toward
a sovereign horizon.
i don’t want to be alone forever,
i finally shared. inconsolable.
yet, with understanding,
i accept: His time, and His way.
so i made a choice to cling
to my vision of happily-ever-after
and my adoration of its imperfection.
Day Four – Five Day Song Challenge
My thanks to Ms. Heartafire for bringing me along.
Wouldn’t be a walk through my heart if we didn’t stop here, too.
Day Four: The One That Got Away – P!nk
The Rules:
POST A SONG A DAY FOR FIVE CONSECUTIVE DAYS.
POST WHAT THE LYRICS MEAN TO YOU. (OPTIONAL)
POST THE NAME OF THE SONG AND VIDEO.
NOMINATE 1 OR 2 BLOGGERS EACH DAY OF THE CHALLENGE
5 Day Song Challenge – These Arms of Mine
Day Three…
I’ve always loved Otis Redding. I think Marc does a fantastic job on a timeless plea for love.
skin toned pink
upon yours, wishful thinking
oh, how you must feel
***
This 5 day song challenge is a nice addition to my poetry, Holly, thanks again for having me join along.
The Rules:
POST A SONG A DAY FOR FIVE CONSECUTIVE DAYS.
POST WHAT THE LYRICS MEAN TO YOU. (OPTIONAL)
POST THE NAME OF THE SONG AND VIDEO.
NOMINATE 1 OR 2 BLOGGERS EACH DAY OF THE CHALLENGE
*A few of you have mentioned being up for the challenge. Consider yourself chosen. Go for it!
Day Two – Red Headed Woman
Ms. Heartafire wants me to share my musical interests as part of the five day song challenge. Thanks for having me, Sister Ginger. I think you’ll like this one as much as I do..
The rules:
POST A SONG A DAY FOR FIVE CONSECUTIVE DAYS.
POST WHAT THE LYRICS MEAN TO YOU. (OPTIONAL)
POST THE NAME OF THE SONG AND VIDEO.
NOMINATE 1 OR 2 BLOGGERS EACH DAY OF THE CHALLENGE (I’ve made this optional…hoping that’s okay. If you want to participate, tell them I made you. 😉 )
Day Two: Bruce Springsteen’s Red Headed Woman
What the lyrics mean to me: I like knowing there’s a man who enjoys a redhead. Enough to sing a song about them, too. Not enough songs or poems about redheads if you ask me. Smiles.
This song makes me laugh every time I hear it. The man knows what he’s talking about…!
Enjoy..
Day One – Five Day Song Challenge
It seems Ms. Hollie wants me to share my musical interests. My inspiration.
Music and I have an understanding, I don’t ask it where its been, if it doesn’t ask me and because of that we’re the best of friends having traveled similar paths.
Hollie caught me at a good time and completely off guard. Thank you, Sister Ginger. ♡
Go visit her poetry, if you don’t already, she’s the real deal.
The rules:
POST A SONG A DAY FOR FIVE CONSECUTIVE DAYS.
POST WHAT THE LYRICS MEAN TO YOU. (OPTIONAL)
POST THE NAME OF THE SONG AND VIDEO.
NOMINATE 1 OR 2 BLOGGERS EACH DAY OF THE CHALLENGE (I’ve made this optional…hoping that’s okay. If you want to participate, tell them I made you. 😉 )
My photo and haiku: (inspiration part)
Protect what is yours
Tougher than any nail, love
Unless I’m with you
***
Day One: Chris Stapleton – Fire Away
Her Morning Melody
Robin Redbreast, sing
Carol the streets
Announce our day.
My window is closed,
Yet she comes beyond
Glass, shades and shutters
To encourage flight
Not once noticing
I haven’t the wings
Required.
But how do I say no
When all I want
Is to fly.
In Due Course
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.
Winter’s Melody
Shifting of branches
Crack of her limbs
A melody of tinkling,
The cause for my grin.
Ice sliding downward
Upon a water bed,
And these sounds,
Caused by the wind.
A reason for pause
A merge of solitude,
I wonder what if
or possibly, what then.
Turning to ask,
A fog of memories,
Finding you further away
And our story, at its end.
Possible
The impossibility
is impossibly
possible, if
possibility lives
inside.
Looking Back
daylight cruises
toward nightfall
and I remember when.
Bon Jovi sang
it isn’t hearts breaking even,
which is why, I still delight
in all that was genuine.
I know my decision
wasn’t
needing
you to feel a similar pain,
I’d just finally decided
we were too young to die
this way.
Initiation of Spring
Northern winds, usually sonorous, prepare a mournful tune
wheeling sallow remains,
once bale,
across open fields,
just yesterday.
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.
I’m Not An Italian Poetess
Typical Monday, it seems. Tried making lunch, while writing my feelings. Epic fail ensues, as thoughts continue to pursue my mind. Forcing me so easily to forget the time.
Poet’s are always lyrical, definitely this one, it seems. I can’t get past writing this as poetry. Stick a knife in my side. Please, won’t you abide? My friends, don’t write and bake, unless burned pizza is all you’re willing to take. My wishes sincere, once again, don’t do both while planning to eat, you won’t win.
Thankful I have a few other attributes that keep you coming around. Like maybe my smile or even my frowns. Tears shower plenty upon these walls, oh God, stop her before she continues to pitfall.
Laughter begins, oh look, a grin! Yep, tis possible, she’s drunk again. No, my friends, it isn’t so. I’m just handling a Monday, so far as this one goes…
Loyal followers, stay with me, please. This is only going to hurt for a minute. Slap happy grins is how I’ll spin it, you’ll see.
***
She’ll never be an Italian chef
and poetess, too
just look at what
wandering thoughts
can do…
Writer’s multitasking summer,
kitchen’s a wreck,
lovely ideas interrupt
baking, for endless possibilities,
if only I would’ve stopped to check…
This homemade pizza now crisp
and slightly burned, tis true
thankful, in the end
this treat,
is simply a vessel for brew…
I should go back into the Houston sun. It’s just delightfully hot and humid here. Yeah, I know, I’m almost done. The end is near…
Yours,
Audrey
Hanging
Sinuous connections
Strings of strength
She hangs delicately, upon them
Down, suited best
Visions of hot pink
Soaked
Love dripping slowly
Slitting, yet
Heart growing with ease
Nature administering
Needing to touch
Worthiness in view
Your pleasure
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 