where was I
to wander still
in places I was missing
turned around
to find my path again
smiling without reason
didn’t see the raging storm
did I dance the same
(I never danced)
you know that now
by stories I’ve rewritten
within the bounds of love
forgetting everything
I knew before
returning life
relearning joy
were sins too hard to carry
not a one could leave
except as I concede
there were dragons here
I planted
to another time (I swear)
hyacinth
and honeysuckle vine
was I planning then
to come again
to lie in beds of splendor
to soar above a field
of queen anne’s lace
adrift somewhere in knowing
evermore remains for me
swept along
on life’s imagined wing
how is it I remember
every past forgiven now
the beauty I became
when I believed
tornadoday 
“unarmed truth&unconditional love will have the final word in reality”;
your closure; another color of Martin Luther King’s thought
Mira, you’re so right. Love always has the last word – for love is that which endures. Thank you so much. – Bobbie
fine last two lines….
Thank you, Dean. I believe that the worst thing we can do for our health (and for our appearance) is to hold the poison – refusing to forgive. Some never quite understand that forgiveness isn’t for the other person – it’s for the one giving it. You’re an angel! Thank you. Love, Bobbie
hmm (standing back from the mirror), why yes, I must agree haha – thank you for the kindness
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Beautiful poem! I especially loved your last lines:
the beauty I became
when I believed
– just gorgeous!
Thanks, Angela. We hold the power. Whatever we imagine our future to be, we’ll be right! Thank you so much! Love you, Bobbie
I was enjoying this at the start and then, by the time I got to queen Anne’s lace, I fell in love with it. Seriously! I’m getting quite embarrassed at how often I have been moved to comment on your words, and I hope it doesn’t seem insincere. I like to give credit where it’s due…. But only if I really mean it. As I have said before, I am new to poetry but that’s because I thought it was mostly stuffy and old fashioned. You write what I would consider to be modern poetic ballads and it’s a style I can identify with and try to use in my own poems.
Oh, don’t stop!!! Seriously, I am thrilled that my words are finding a place of understanding in your heart and soul! As for the other, poetry can be stuffy and old fashioned and (for me at least) I can hardly bear to read poetry where the primary focus is on form, count, or structure. Certainly, I realize I am in the minority, but if it doesn’t speak to me, none of those other things matter at all………. ❤ Thank you so much! Love, Bobbie
Well perhaps in some small way we can change those poetic constraints (even those words jar) one free spirited poem at a time…. I’m not one for rules… Never been very good at doing as I’m told so I will join your minority x
Oh, please do………I’m sure we won’t be the only ones for long! ❤
Hope not! If you have a spare minute pop over to my blog today, there is a lovely photo prompt you might like (I know we debated photography influencs before but it’s cute)… I would love to see what you would make of it x
I am always left breathless after reading your poems.
And I can think of no better compliment. Thank you for letting my words in. – Love, Bobbie
The words in your poem always take my mind to another place, often leaving it captivated by its message in a special way!
That makes me very happy, Wendell, for surely they only pushed you in a direction you were already going. I personally LOVE how words can do that for us. At times, they seem so inadequate, and yet they are often all we have to give of ourselves. Thank you. – Bobbie
Absolutely beautiful.
Thank you so very much. I am humbled by your generous kindness. – Love, Bobbie