her heart isn’t shattered
it’s defeated,
depths of its final
landing, unknown
to many.
but to those who
greet her,
the many who
survive the fall,
they’ve found the truths in and of love
and have vowed
to show her
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flush, is her flower
timid, yet she’ll grow.
ruddy, her spirit,
and you adore
how it’s shown.
innocence is her
mind’s essence,
full beauty yet to be shown.
For You Only, Love
your presence flows
through sensually,
nourishing, like Water
to a young flower,
if only you could
see how good you are
for my soul,
you’d never leave
and become eternally lost
in leaving your mark,
within me, while
devouring my
submissive
and pleasing spirit,
one I surrender with joy,
for you, only.
Happy Birthday, Aud
Spending the morning with my father while he has chemo. Thrilled to share this day with him.
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Sharing an old post of mine, which came to mind this morning as I wait, yeah it’s about a couple’s anniversary but passes for a nice birthday surprise, as well. Who doesn’t like cake?
Thank you for the love and prayers. Miss y’all. ♡
Wishes
can’t make someone love
there’s a song about that
no amount of wishes or musts
can drown out the doubt
move on, go forward
that’s all one can do, cause
if wishes were granted
then I’d already have you
Twilight
he’s the sunset she waits for
when nothing goes right
he’s the kiss on her cheek
at the end of the night
she’s all he’s ever needed
is what she knows he’ll say
she’s just as she should be,
I want to be them someday
Stubborn Cowboy
the moment our entire world
shrinks and becomes
every touch you wish had been
possible
and pray it isn’t too late
to reach out for them
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Believing
my fear is
I’m not suppose to write,
with want in my eyes
my worry lasts
until you’ve smoothed it away,
I’ll wait, forever and a day
Inspiration
sentimental
not a weakness
just she, simply
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Spring snow fall
Nervous driver
Magical day
***
Mountains whisper
Inspiration
Verdant sleeping
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Comfortable
Wandering here
Her blessing now
Ownership
She loved the way he stared,
As if looking through her very soul
Captivated by her,
Deciding whether or not
To devour her whole
Apologies
I hate myself
a little bit
more
when I apologize
for who
I am
***A little background for a poem I’m sure will leave you wondering.
He’s Lovely
I may not wholeheartedly agree with this man’s first two sentences or the last thought on this subject, but the meat in the middle is the woman I continue to see when I look in the mirror. The only woman I’ve ever wanted to be…
I’m sorry I’ve been quiet as of late. There hasn’t been much room in my head for poetry.
I’ve missed y’all so much.
~Aud
Devotion
for today
what could be
waits for a spark,
her sparkle, really.
the marrow of her sigh,
born of her bashful smile,
is one he committed to memory,
unsure of how soon it would return.
Essence of Her
she covers herself in blankets her Mamma made whether twenty years ago
or just last week
the thought of safety comforts me
every morning there’s a whistle at eight o’clock sharp
in this town where she
was raised
the example of reliability soothes me
And then, just like that
there’s a ceiling fan she cannot figure out how to shut off
its a reminder of her inability
while in the bedroom
criticism flows far too easily for me
stepping out into the world with nature surrounding her senses
there’s a peace released
acceptance implied
worthiness arrives to remind me
Poetic Misery
I imagine your arms
Wrapping
The way they must hold her
Your touch offered
Encouraging her to dream
Believing
Your words encourage me
Similarly
Poetic Misery
The Eve of Faith
You listen with an
intensity
I’ve never known.
You guard
without thinking,
and somehow create
safety.
You lead
with ease
when ability
is lacking.
You create
hopefulness,
out of a speck.
It’s been a long time
since maybe.
My Infatuation
in this brief moment
my sigh
takes my breath away,
left realizing
I miss you
and this passion…
I cannot explain
Emerald Rouse
waiting for a songbird
greeting,
catching sun’s first rays.
to perch,
amongst winter’s white,
blanketing the gray.
emerald brilliant
reflecting her eyes,
beauty amongst overlay
almost feels right.
Snow Day
An old song, but I like how it makes me feel. Kinda wishing this morning.
We’re getting so much snow.
Hope y’all are staying warm.
❄ ☕❄
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 