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Worth A Try
planted peonies today
pink
took the leftovers
he was going to mow them down
maybe they will like
my house
see’em next summer, or maybe I’ll be surprised
Hope
powdered sugar spring
covering sprouts emerging
blanketed with hope
Anticipation
sweet pastels arrive
through my bedroom window,
finches giggle on
without a care,
springtime may blossom
after all,
as eager leaves on trees
relax, dutifully prepare.
Direction
overwhelmed with responsibility
I listen to the rain fall for hours early this morning.
not a bird rejoices
as dawn breaks, although hidden
but the train travels through
twice, horn insistent.
strong coffee brews,
snowflakes appear
beauty automatic,
like women with blue eyes
and goldenrod hues of hair.
a tantrum wouldn’t fix
what’s inside my head,
use the wisdom and
traits God gave me
stop worrying about
what’s changing.
snowflakes fall
white covers the ground
my lilies now
curled back in fear,
winter refuses to leave
and I wish you were here.
New
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.
Satire
when springtime disappoints
and autumn refuses to speak,
paint a word picture; create poetry.
write of summertimes lost,
oh, how does it go:
lemons and lemonade…something.
or maybe,
winter’s production of an early snow:
verdant and virgin frost,
yes, two Vs – funny.
take me to where optimists dream
and abandon me there, leave me be.
Her Morning Hymn
Bright morning sun, arouses
Crisp air will cautiously linger
Focus on all that is forgiven
A verdant rebirth for dreamers
Aware
If even for a moment
Could I feel you?
The warmth you provide
Somewhere,
other than here.
Remind me…
Why not here?
And in this moment
You heard my sigh,
Becoming aware of
My crush.
Storm
the rumble returns
I hear him behind dark clouds
smell of Spring, joy of new
the impatient hail, patient sun
felt between lightening strikes,
twisting, changing, my view
as the wind calls out,
remember me.
I’d offer my heart, each beat,
for a moment of truth,
where feeling the security
of love
at its rawest, keeps me
invested, sure and confidant.
don’t tell me, show me
and I’ll wear love
on my skin, in my hair and
within my eyes once again.
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.
Soft Signs of Soon
Soft signs of soon
Soon, signs of soft
Signs soft, of soon
Of soft, soon signs
Soft soon, signs of
*Taking four words and writing poetry.
The phrase “soft signs of soon” caused such comfort this morning. Curious to see when placing them in a different order would body and mind react differently. Comfort, anxiousness, hopefulness, reflection, and peace were felt after each line.
I’m focusing on language and how it causes the poet in me to react. I’m happy with the outcome of this exercise and wanted to share it with y’all.
Does this make any sense to you or have I arrived at the Cliff of Rediculusness? Smiles. So what if I have…
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A quick glance into my today. I do hope all is well in WordPress land. Thank you for continuing to read my poetry, as of late. I’ve shared much of what was written over the past year. There will continue to be some of that, please take caution when reading and don’t worry too much about me, as not all will reflect the moment.
I’m full-time mom, full-time employee, and full-time single household juggling, so please know I appreciate you being here in my space and leaving an encouraging word.
Your understanding and support means more than you will ever know. I recognize how difficult it can be to write while continuing to be present enough to encourage your peers. You never go unnoticed. I want you to believe this most importantly.
Thankful you still see the remnants of a Poetess about, as she is the woman who inspires me and the one I will crawl on my knees, however the distance, to find once again.
Always,
Aud
Exquisitely Prepared
He slowly wakes her,
quiet, and the only one
as love’s color lays upon velvet petals, he hums.
His hands feel her beautiful,
remarkable, softly serene. His murmur, awakening her scent at dawn, leads her blossoming.
Helios, Titan god of her sun, stretches and whispers she is exquisite, mine and for now, done.
Duenna
Affluence of purification
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Age of Innocence
As my memories caress the hint
Of Spring’s sweet young breeze
I go in search of innocence
And where I began.
Auburn ringlets, sway
Carrying an eager tone of giggles
Found in fairytales of peace and virtue.
As I push my legs forward,
I daydream. Nothing has changed.
Just Starting Out
innately, he plans
all but a sliver of life
choosing to grow, gain strength
watching him
simply my pleasure
Emerging
~Left without a choice
Emerging, in full view
Shy blooms confidence
When she’s here with you~
Elegance
gently encouraged
slowly, she blooms
perfumed in elegance
and only for you
Hidden Stardust
Inside her, almost vibrating life
Was every sparkle, she had to hide
Bundle of expression, she’d closely kept
Hidden quietly, her undeniable breath
April came again, as it did last year
Every bit of her worry, is still her fear
What glows from within her suffocates
While she considers, what’s no longer at stake
As magenta opens and offers a view
It is he who still sees through
Understands her stardust, and always has
She found here, awaiting his hand
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 