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.
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Tag Archives: Rocky Mountains
My Mess
essence everywhere
sliding, slowly, before me
found beauty, lifeless
and myself sat searching.
water breaks past roots, stones and debris
flows towards my lense; healing.
Chortles echo in the distance,
oh, one day love will be,
Verdant , my keeper – Forest King
show me where life will lead,
tears dampen this face, and my page,
Colorado heal me,
God, show me grace.
Do You See Her?
Rebirth
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
First Experience
making aquintance
breathing ownership across
a moment in time
Thinker
Contemplated life
Eternity the distance
Stone faced, sat due west
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.
Tolerance
Even wistful tears know where to fall,
Upon fingers used, descriptive,
Wishing to lay upon accomplished hands.
Within dreams,
Requiring escape,
Leagues allowed,
And held,
By love.
My Discovery
So, appearing simple,
And fated months before,
I, fearless cragswoman,
Listened to my inner voice.
Knowing when I entered,
Hessie’s Trailhead,
I’d consider life’s possibilities,
Determine my future goals,
Pass through time’s memories.
Not realizing I’d feel your essence,
Beneath a canopy of discovery,
I’ve held back, cowardly,
Yet to fully disclose, findings.
Now, if I don’t take you inside,
I fear, I’ll lose you,
To the calls of regret,
Maybe, to fear.
Reminiscent
My morning atonement revealed,
An exclusive reflection discovered,
Among the wistful hazel of my eyes.
Enchantment
Whispers float quietly along with me
Brushing across a mountainous range
Aware now enchantment was felt there
Dreams become our evanesent realities
Rocky Terrain (Haiku)
Terrain not easy
To climb on you will be hard
Heavenly, as well
My Welcome Home
Elevation’s strayed daughter
Devotedly arrives home
Following cloudy pleas
Fiercest welcome, beckoning
Wilderness claims her willingly
A foggy, earthy morning
Whispers her name adoringly
Call Me Home
Sandy beaches are my home
But, you, my Rocky Mountains
I love and need you the most
My heart, Boulder Canyon owns
Allow me to lose myself in you
Colorado River, strong and bold
It is you I long for each morning
Quench this fight inside me
My desires I want you claiming
Allow me to lose myself in you
Your trees of green remind me
To everything there is a season
Walking through, a true test
My love, without you, life not worth living
Allow me to lose myself in you
Colorado Rockies, my tried-and-true
Powerful force of dominance
I’ve spent my life claiming you
Waiting for you to call me home
Allow me to lose myself in you
Devotion
Longing for my heart’s home
Keeps me peaceful
Centered
A calm destination
My weakened mind’s petition
Striving place for final clarity
A soft place to fall into actualities
Rocky Mountains of supreme force,
Continue to remind.
They never grow taller sadly,
Forever crumble slow.
This I know
Pushing to defy reality;
Show me taller and stronger,
With more reserve.
Rivers flow, a one way road;
Beautiful rivers babble,
Find peace in those.
My river rages far into forever,
Defines devotion
She Waits With Music
“The Theme you play at the start of a number is the territory,
and what comes after, which may have very little to do with it,
is the Adventure!” – Ornette Coleman
She Waits With Music
by: Audrey Dawn
Patrons walked by her. They paused to take a look, but then chose to move on, often times with a glance back, as if wondering whether she’d be okay. Yes, it was late and she’d been there awhile listening to the light leftover sounds of the imaginative and free style jazz music coming from Basie’s place. A woman isn’t normally out by herself on a street full of dark alleys; short streets filled with dirty puddles which contain the smells rejected by most. She couldn’t allow herself to go inside the bar.
What if she missed him walking by that corner over there or there. Her eyes drifted side to side. She’d decided that the open air, coupled with waiting close by, would allow her to see each visitor who enjoyed this part of town. This time of night. Ambrosia knew she shouldn’t wait outside alone, yet she’d told herself she’d engage in the hopes of finding him. Continue reading
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