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
Treasure
Asides
In Her Nature
*cardinal calling “here, here”
*cardinal calling “here, here”
Me: I hear you.
*cardinal calling “here, here”
*cardinal calling “here, here”
Me: Where are you?
*standing outside looking up about to get into the car*
*cardinal calling “here, here”
*cardinal calling “here, here”
Me: There you are up in my tree!
*two cardinals fly away happily*
Me: I see you! *calling out in a squeal*
My Young Redhead: *exasperated, yet looking*
Momma, they aren’t five year olds!?!
Me: *sighs* I sounded like Snow White, didn’t I?
My Young Redhead: *giggles*
No, just you being you, Momma
Me: *smiles* Not so bad, is it?
…and our eyes continued to shine.
The Beholder
Driving the farthest eastern reaches of the Sandhills as this scene beckoned. Was it the water, sunset or hills calling names? The topography, a sensuous mastermind, plays within thoughts while memories flood the present.
How dare it.
Just as beauty sets in, and atop the already gorgeous scene, to share this – would have been the only cherished wish left to whisper. A hand held. Hard kiss, even tug of the hair and a reminding of the natural, even recommended design for an alliance.
Useless comes to mind, but doesn’t it always? Untrustworthy. Less than. Nothing deemed attractive found near not even near, by not just one, but from many.
Wicked is fate as she tosses over another just out of reach, if only the physical qualities found irresistible and encouraged were obtainable by another’s remnants. Would life continue to offer beauty with hopes someone might see?
Sprucing Up The Place
deteriorating wall
color combinations weak
periscope, maybe
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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
Mellow Flora
bits of sparkle,
the color of mellow,
wild: her mortal teaser.
bouquet of modesty,
prairie grass her fringe,
yet, a classic beauty.
Caught
Encapsulated
Winter’s perfect protector
Autumn was weeping
Felted Armor
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.
Plea of Surmount
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.
Loved
Daughters are loved
Birthdays never go backwards
Year Forty-seven
Raw Efflorescence
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.
Life
ebbs and flows; comes and goes
the reality of the daily,
creates opportunity
sharing this life with another
is meant to be.
… a fog.
A mysterious morning can draw the eye towards yesterday.
A breath seen, taken and then released is found comforting for many.
Artic winds blow chasing shadows as trees create a sound which can frighten others.
Familiarize the steps needed to live for today. Presence captures the beauty of the wait.
Hush
Mesmerized by her icing
She’ll seduce you with her touch
Summertime is clearly over
Listen as Winter whispers, “Hush”
Vision
crystal clear shimmer
ocular candy cover
Mr. Winter Blows
Who Are You
sometimes it is easier
to allow the tears to fall,
warmly sit, and watch the sun set.
praying quietly for love
to come and conquer all,
lover, are you listening yet?
Snow Bunny
white piles high
work boots coming in handy
always tie tightly
Home Sweet Home
The brilliance of his reds
The muted hues of the shes
Building lives together
Watch them live their dreams
Craving Leadership
Friday Rant — to be fair I wrote this hours ago. Prayed on it. I’m allowing it to be heard. Happy Friday 😊
I wouldn’t and couldn’t vote someone into office just because – “I should”.
- When I don’t hear my voice within the nominated you can be sure I’m not placing my vote in their direction. A vote is a reflection of who I choose to be in this world. My voice matters just as much as yours. We don’t have to agree.
I wanna know your heart. I always have and always will. I will love all people because Jesus asked me to love my neighbor and I do.
In my opinion, we don’t vote someone in just so we have something to celebrate, try and create history with a personal theology out of spite, or just decide the trajectory of where we should be going as a world without a majority vote placing it upon an individual who has proven themselves worthy of leadership.
We celebrate because as a human race we have finally overcome and we have evolved. This is the natural way of celebration. NOT because a group simply wants it and forced it into being. Don’t rush. Everything in God’s time, people. (This is why we are where we are as a society.)
When I vote, I don’t care what gender, color or economic background the person has – the specifics don’t dictate my vote, okay. Don’t hear my words as my not caring about what makes someone beautiful.
I listen to them and watch their body language. I need a fighter in my corner, if they aren’t MY fighter I shall not sit still and go along because someone said I should. We choose them to represent not they us. Advocate for change and be part of changing but do not take someone’s right away from them, just because you disagree, by force or manipulation.
We all matter. May the BEST man or woman win. I realize everyone’s version of best is different, but imagine deciphering over two or three oh so very worthy individuals whom people trusted – in any aspect of life. What a world that would be.
Take me or leave me. I’ll be okay either way. ♡
My mom voice is alive and well, y’all.
*And yes, I miss you terribly.
Holding On
black and white photo
winter season of healing
purely blanketed
