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eternity
(it seemed to me)
was just beyond the doorway
and spoke not in a language
I could hear
sang while I was silent
still when I was leaving
sweet caress remembered now
for reasons I forgot
I couldn’t move for moving
wouldn’t tell another lie
no matter to the plans
I’d put away ~
truth was more than looking
in a mirror at tomorrow
more than seeking purpose
in a deck of gypsy cards
spread between
the dusty wood ~ a lampshade
made of fortunes
voices pull to everything
choice I didn’t know
turning toward eternity
a door beyond the door
fate ~ once more to question
but I can’t hear
a thing
tornadoday 
Very nice. I love the line “I couldn’t move for moving”. Excellent.
🙂 I like that too, David! People say they don’t like change and yet they change……. we all change! Love it. Thank you so much. ~ Love, Bobbie
nice~
Love it all from start to finish, very moved. Working on my own collection at the moment, and was pretty pleased with it until… I read your beautiful words and remembered what an utter novice I am, but I love you for it. You make me want to be better so thanks.
Oh, Vanessa, please don’t say that. You are a wonderful writer. I read your stuff lately and think the same things, which truly makes me see that we’re our worst critics. We never know where our words will go or who they will speak to. We should never (EVER) hold them back……. Thank you for your kindness and your love. ~ Bobbie
Well put it this way, if the magic was only in your pen I would be asking if I could borrow it! Sadly for me it is in your soul and I can’t get my hands on it… Love it though, I work better when I have people can aspire to, and I’m sure some of your romantic influences have crept into my work a little x
Well……….okay! I’ll agree on that basis. Thank you…… ~ Love, B
The poem and the picture perfectly match in the starkness of the search for truth in loving.