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squeezed to the margins
and numbered as pages
was ink ever noticed
how quickly to dry –
my lone indiscretion
turned verse into madness –
eternity waiting
another swept by –
to brighten my window
with pink recollection
warmed by a welcome so true
arms opened wide
eyes closed and trusting
take me
forsake me
do what you do –
become my confession
but leave me (still wanting)
with a will to recall and reasons to write
before this to slumber
I take of my leave –
and bury my fears
in illusion of light
rhyme against rhyme
breath to a poet –
pour to my longing the fate of my ways
as every sunrise
is returned to the darkness
and I but a place
(you will stay)
infuse me
refuse me
tell me another
of the past that lies down
in lust for the morn
pages to shiver
pull closer the curtains
would lean toward the margins
setting fire to the page
tornadoday 
Love the line breaks and the breathless quality of the poem!
Thank you so much, Pamela. Your kindness is very much appreciated. ~ Love, Bobbie
You’re welcome! It was a pleasure to read!
Wow, “rhyme against rhyme
breath to a poet –
pour to my longing the fate of my ways
as every sunrise
is returned to the darkness
and I but a place
(you will stay) ” I love it!
Thank you so much, Cynthia…… You’ve discovered my favorite type of writing – the kind that writes right over me! 🙂 Thank you. ~ Love, Bobbie
Excellent post today. Thanks for sharing. I really enjoyed it very much.
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Thank you so much for your kindness. ~ Love, B
Thanks again for sharing.
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Amazing… You really are on a roll today!
😉 Thank you, Vanessa…… I absolutely love seeing your face in my ‘likes’……. ~ Love, Bobbie
Awesome poem…its truly beautiful…and it actually took my breath away for a little bit! I love it!
Breath-taking is generally an attractive trait in poetry (not so much in swimming). Thank you so much, Wendell. Your generosity is a blessing to me. ~ Love, B
“setting fire to the page” — like the burning bush that is aflame yet not consumed! This is the essence of writing your heart out Bobbie. You’ve caught it vividly! Love this!
Oh, thank you so much, Jeannie. I think that is the one thing I aspire to with my writing ~ to let it go! You’re an angel! Thank you. ~ Love, Bobbie
Love it. Powerful words and wonderful image.
Thank you ever so much! And welcome to my porch. ~ Love, Bobbie
“eternity waiting
another swept by -”
Eternity after eternity we miss, but at least we’re aware of what is out there to know. Keep posing my poet friend!
Thank you so much…… there are things we know and things we don’t, but there’s infinite worlds that we don’t know we don’t know! Truly, thank you! ~ Love, Bobbie
“Rhyme against rhyme; breath to a poet”; well expressed
Thank you, Mira. I’m delighted that you like it. Yes, surely all that rhyme against rhyme is bound to start a fire on occassion! 😉 Truly, thank you. ~ Love, Bobbie
What a courtship between poet and paper! What fear and trembling in pouring out the language on the soul on mere paper!