we’re supposed to be thankful,
even prepared for adventure,
makes us tougher.
I didnt ask, and strength is relative.
Bitter
Pristine in color
brings laughter along to play
causes wistfulness.
I’d beg, but daylight is fleeting.
Revelation
Snowflakes’ touch is delicate
lips ruby red; passionate
my tongue quick to taste.
The water slows, and life quiets.
Peace
a wooden hand cross holds
my hand back; touched
a child’s toy soldier to remind
me daily of him; once protected
a rock from the mountains; pure
joy exists.
Compartmentalized needs.
flora attending
reminders beckon hither
pastel sweet cream
who we are is decided
yet ever flowing, correct?
be the breeze; gentle and free
be steadfast in image, thought
and deeds,
I see you, Mr. Redbird, I see you
watching me among the debris.
Your tweet insists following
or even a reminder you’re near,
but most of all its a sign
I do know love, and hello new year.
Where did my thoughts go
Back burner, they’d disclose
Who chased me away
A silly dream, I’d say
How come I’m quiet
Learning my place, but I digress
What’s the plan
To heal and begin again, I guess
When will you emerge
Today.
Fight
for where
the breath
you take
comes
with ease
she walked along a careful breeze
trying not to upset those she
thought she needed
laughter distanced itself
from her
worth noting the invisibility
fought against a fierce wind
which made her curls
slap her nose, then
silliness of it all encouraged
her tiny nose twitch and dimples to take flight
the giggles were quite a shock
I am the girl
who holds every word
received
in her hands.
Searches each paragraph
with hope,
of finding a piece
adoration for me.
When days drag, here in the office alone and the optimism is low,
There’s this; your quick video of the open road.
My smile begins across the eyes, a sparkle creates a giggle, my mind senses your truth.
I’m not there but I feel the energy you often exude.
A tractor trailer rolls on down the road, spit causes the shine, and your power is felt by everyone as you drive along by.
Yet, Little Deuce Coupe, is the tune you’re singing, tapping your cowboy boot against the pedal: a musical pair unlike any other.
And I grin, because I’m proud of you, who you are, and wish I was riding along, Big Brother.
treasures kept sheltered
harbored closely within
delicate layers possibly
sought after, one day
keenly aware, yet
hesitant to believe in
their existence,
he’ll seek
may she be found adequate,
even desirable,
arguably – his purpose,
one day
deteriorating wall
color combinations weak
periscope, maybe
***
A few housecleaning details for y’all today. I am aware it is Friday, and nobody likes cleaning on the edge of a weekend, but I needed to say thanks for all the recent follows. AND thank you for not giving up on my poetry.
The giggles are returning which is always a good sign. I’ve been writing a lot, but mostly I’ve been working. A lot. Like, a lot a lot. This past year has been incredibly busy with churches closed for many.
When the inevitable occurred it made my day job 100% harder.
I have become quite familiar with bells, whistles, bright lights, more technology, post offices, zoom, louder microphones and standing on my head. I’ve never been accused of having a case of “the look at me’s” so you can imagine what having to do so did for my soul.
My creativity took a beating as did all my relationships.
I’ll be sprucing up the place and working on updating my pages, as I focus on getting things ready for an announcement many have waited years to hear.
Find beauty in your weekend my loves,
Aud
Encapsulated
Winter’s perfect protector
Autumn was weeping
delicate felted petals
her armor, really.
bravery: to go it alone,
not what she had envisioned,
but it is, so she’s trying.
some say, “she made it.”
local soil, a lovely bed, complete transparency.
spreading light for those seeking,
while awaiting destiny, is
all that’s left.
thunder sounds like the past
why do I listen?
deep moans of the rumble
cause an aching below, one
I no longer yearn for,
but I do. Passion find me
determined, my plea.
contagious; the hum created
faster rubber, faster
goosebumps
sideways smile, slight dimple
upon me
the possibilities await
and the doves coo’d this morning
peruse, but take care;
vulnerable: only the prelude to what is needed when describing her.
sensuous verdure, yet saffron is shy’s color in nature.
Autumn breezes by
she feels him upon her skin
and she yearns for more, His protection everything.
The brilliance of his reds
The muted hues of the shes
Building lives together
Watch them live their dreams
The tick, is it inside my head or just over there on the wall
Both
The cold upon my hands is it still there or has it traveled to my heart
Both
The quiver on my lips is it caused by the world or by him
Both
Does art matter beyond the eye or will it stay forever in our minds
Both
When we are deemed useless is it easy to overcome or can it stay with us forever
Both
Scared I’m close to only one side existing. Weakness is impatient with me. Strength barely recognized.
Yet
I still see beauty. It’s in flowers, rocks, trees, clouds, water, prairie, mountains, oceans and sand.
And
I’ve witnessed love.
Act of life continual
Beauty of friendship dependable
Strength of devotion idyllic
Reaction of touch universal
Bounds of desire unavoidable
Art of love cryptic
Pain of loss actual
Depths of grief immeasurable
Grounds of recovery idealistic
Fate of reaction categorical
Power of instinct inseparable
Gains of clarity sibyllic
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 