Surprise foundation
Weave each other into place
Grasping together
Asides
Grit and Honesty
What appears scattered and
Left behind, always contains
A story.
Curious,
Superficial sees a nobody,
Welcomed to pass along by,
Wind blows a bit, she nods,
Fully accepting their shortcomings,
Expects nothing, aware.
Astute, is she dressed in commonly.
Yet, most eminent, she
Has use, furthermore, ability.
And she’ll wait
Longer than anyone ever
Thought possible,
For the one who sees
True grit and honesty,
In a lady.
Take Care
When practicing
Care for self
I remain convinced
There’s no one
More important,
Trust your sixth sense
If it’s too good
To be true
They say,
It is
So if
Our bodies shut down
This moment is,
A natural refusal
For what we’ve allowed
Motherhood
Morning nourishment
Blueberry sweetness secure
What matters the most
***
Hustle of giggles
Cold toes kick up snowy hills
Whatever will be
***
Always a mom first
Stop growing up so quickly
My first name, Audrey
*** (Not my child, or photo, so if it’s yours all credit goes to you, of course.)
Control
lights dim
touch bruises,
safety vanished
air: no movement
continuing to reign
over what is no more
reinforces suffering.
alone, but no longer yours
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.
To Get To You
My favorite hour arrives
Too quickly
Today,
A drive, required,
I need to see
You.
Same car,
Same old highway,
Same steady heartbeat
Purring, excitedly.
I’ve chosen the view,
A spot alongside
Road X,
Wishing to beat you there
My heal digs, as my toes
Push down, steadily,
A muscle in my thigh
Tightens
While pulling to the left,
I roll to a stop. I see you.
Longing for an embrace,
Wishing you did too,
I sit, upon this car hood,
And wait.
There’s never enough
Time
To watch you, my day,
Fall
Into twilight,
As if just for me.
Acquiescence
I’ve conceded
to how easily
I’d have fallen
for you,
had I been
given the chance.
Foolish me, and
damn the truth.
Feels Like Home
fingers intertwined
my fair skin soft
accepting,
yours, rough
warm
and perfect.
a robin, skipping
into his early arrival,
chirrs, echoing joy
melodiously across
winter’s pasture.
light wind is crisp,
yet knowingly full
of comfort, as we
strengthen our
protective grip,
walking.
Lady Misunderstood
Virgin white posy, shines,
Sighs towards the sun,
Her blossom relaxed
Submitting gracefully
Pearly, upon your eyes.
She, Seductress,
it would seem
For the unintended’s view,
Fragrance reveals essence,
As she prepares for you.
Stronger Than You Believe
Circle, little hands spin
Keeps close watch
Talks every now and then
Reminds me of effort
And where life remains
So little are we
Upon this earth
Words still cut, cause pain
Hurt
Our investment required
The outcome
After experience, noteworthy
Exhale shame
Inhale wisdom
Keep time as your guide
And be proud of your name
Winter’s Bride
breath of sunshine
winter so fair
snowflakes blow
as tumbleweeds,
and there are daisies
in her hair.
The Reason
one day, I’ll be
a reason, no, the
reason, he never
feels alone.
until then, he’ll
search
and I will be okay
here.
Break Free
Write, holding back
The silence we allow,
Ignite the passion,
We often live without.
Encourage lost in
Abandonment,
And forsake those
Who disagree.
Live life as a testament,
And use her in your dreams
Winter’s Melody
Shifting of branches
Crack of her limbs
A melody of tinkling,
The cause for my grin.
Ice sliding downward
Upon a water bed,
And these sounds,
Caused by the wind.
A reason for pause
A merge of solitude,
I wonder what if
or possibly, what then.
Turning to ask,
A fog of memories,
Finding you further away
And our story, at its end.
Distance
I walk
Measure footprints
I stand
Succumbing winds
I continue
Waves encouraging
I wait
Beach envelopes
I obey
Ocean sings
Criticism – Senryu
One Crooked shoe lace
Next time remove the popcorn
Internal choking
A Life Obtainable
A window into ever after,
Witnessing from afar, a life
Where forests grow,
Oceans lap endlessly
And desires are still
Encouraged, sought after
And dreamed.
A place where faith,
Comes first, as our
Initial breath, while
prairie grass bows
Towards wind, steadfast.
Homes are full of heat,
Not just from bread baking,
But from love honest
and complete. Endless
Work, and time to pause
Deemed important,
Yet over time, has been lost.
Stoic Protector
Do you know the owl,
The one who sits now
Upon the middle limb,
The patchwork branch,
Of a once thriving essence?
Her skin is exposed,
Bare, light timber
Amongst veined,
Even freckled patches of,
Black and grey bark.
Owl remains perched,
Guarding at the helm,
As the brightest star sets
Behind thinning stock, and
What is now his tree,
Whether he chooses to
Believe it or not.
She’s the aftermath of
Witnessed abuse,
Pain felt,
And reoccurring sadness
As others depart.
He’s her stoic protector
And shall not fade
With the evening sun.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 