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.
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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.
Layered Confessions
Forcing myself to sit and listen to the layers within me.
Sorting through the wishing and the want, the need and pleading so that I might see truth.
I’ve never had much use for patience, yet I realize I must endure it’s process, if I’m to make you proud and find myself sitting near you.
There’s a stickiness after the honey is put back into the cubbard, that reminds me to wash my fingers, or make the choice to lick the stick away.
Maybe I’ve forgotten how to play.
While picking up at the end of the day, there’s a continuous stream of words I hear, “If you don’t then who will,” and so I bend at the waist and continue.
Beautiful blankets to fold, which keep us warm. Sleepy time tea at half past 12 leaves an empty cup beside me.
All require tending.
A flood of memories resume their normal station within my head each night, as the quiet takes over. I place yet another from my day beside them in hopes of room for one more.
Tears escape the wells in my eyes, as I wait for confirmation I was seen today.
Does anyone else feel this way…
I am my best friend, and my worst of enemies, and probably should be, but I’m tired of myself.
Now even I want to leave me.
Sharing my moments were intended for you. My heart steadfast in convincing. I want to believe.
How can it be love, in the end, I’m feeling.
Was I put here to take care of those near me? How much strength do I have? How much sadness can I hear?
A season of sorrows pulls me closer – Can I endure?
Must I without you? Knowing full well I have Him and He should be enough to sustain me.
And do you know you sound like Him in my head now and I may never be able to live without you?
Confessions
And then my littlest voice says, “Stupid.”
My eyes look to the ground, my lip turns slightly to the side, I pack myself away and force that little voice back inside.
Enough for one day.
His Rapture
devotement immersed
within hazel hues,
steadiness in works
encourages her renewal.
to lie bare; belong
in his rapture,
open
among all.
guarded with fury
maintained and exposed,
submissive in capture
to earth’s protocol.
Onward
gripping flocculent monochrome thoughts
like grass tuffs in summer
now willing their release,
i know not what will become of me.
coolness of springtime
wearing off inside my palms,
as deep down the warmth of earth corrects right side,
my defeated revered thumbs.
dark corners of the woodlands
beckon hither
my soul hinged upon true light,
sprites leading in delicate whisper
don’t go for fear of what might…
chase winter with abandon,
fragile heart,
much yet to be loved
like melodic hums chasing snowflakes on tips of tongues.
so come old man winter
blazing frosted cool crisp air,
however I am treasured,
stripped tree my protector,
expose of me what you dare.
Langsyne
sing of sweetest sorrow
your passion enduringly true
confide and scurry along our path
sparrow, your work is rarely through
come covered in autumn’s colors,
bits adorning, of where you flew
where have you been, my love
and will our walk continue
Haibun – A Talking To
Haven’t checked in with you for awhile, you’ve been busy. It’s time to see how you are, dear one. With you, even a thorough inquiry will leave a lot left untouched, but we’ll do what we can.
Be honest with yourself.
A Reminder
winter is coming
feel his fingers
slide
down, across and
through, I remind
myself.
frost, yes,
changes
how he’d feel on me.
I mustn’t forget
my soul hums
in autumn’s breeze.
The Normal Story of Us
Are opposites attracted,
As those before us would say,
or can two identical souls
make it work in the most
beautiful of ways
to end up in love,
Once their pain has washed away,
To possibly meet,
Another time, another place.
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Flora’s Pedigree
the curl of her slinder fingers
as they wrap around
and back behind.
growing,
in the warmth you vastly provide.
straining lavender and honeyed,
fluent flora’s pedigree,
subtle urges for her not to hide,
bestowed.
yet, wearing forlorn, it would seem
To Want
to slip inside
to feel within
to taste earth
sweetness and sin
to know completely
to heal what’s broken
to recognize the sigh
when it returns again
Confidante
Sometimes
When I’m outside,
Away
From who sleeps
Inside,
Night air, comforting,
I escape myself
Duties, responsibilities,
What keeps me
Level. Grounded.
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.
Timing
There’s a presence
I see it, even if from afar
I sense the urge to discern
Or is it mine?
My words stumbling, brain unsure
Do I fall in completely, because
That’s what I do, or
Stay in the quiet
Where I’m comfortable, pure.
Lungs, I beg, shout
My head likely to explode, if
My lips don’t leak
Upon paper, or find shelter
Within his clothes.
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
A You
If I closed my eyes and saw simple perfection,
there would be a you.
Words sought by princess’, over hills around mountains, were written
and shared by you.
Dreams play out in forms of melodies I’ve never heard,
but belong to you.
Pools of tears welling up
and lying fearless in my eyelids
await you.
Happily ever after didn’t exist
in plain surroundings,
until the belief of you.
Now I seek every moment,
listening humbly,
for a you.
The Colors of Dawn
She began pastel pink, airy and light
a sense of normalcy.
Darling.
Placing herself gently upon wide open and encompassing blue.
Auspicious.
As if appearing for the sole purpose of approval, geese, in v formation, fly through.
Scene Highlighted.
Prophetic.
Vibrant, at the snap of his command.
Passion, becomes the color of morning.
Distance
I walk
Measure footprints
I stand
Succumbing winds
I continue
Waves encouraging
I wait
Beach envelopes
I obey
Ocean sings
Disguise
Diamond Studded Mask
Eleganant pattern trance
Will not change her
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 