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becoming, faith, fearless, grace, living, love, memory, reason, restless, self, spirit, strength, truth, wandering, woman, writing
doubt me not a moment
when the page is turned at last ~
when chalk is mute
against an empty slate ~
when ink is spilled
as longing ~
might I then erase the truth
was given me
and I returned to you
as slanted verse and broken rhyme
tales denied the telling
literature I knew (before you came)
chisel me with tenderness
before the end is done
else stories I have told
be all I was
tornadoday 
Wow – that is fabulous. Gritty and poignant.
🙂
Thank you. Funny thing that writers love to write about writing! 🙂 ~ Love, Bobbie
Lots to like in here, mute chalk to empty slates, slanted verse chiselled with tenderness… Nice
Thank you. I know I still owe you another visit to your collaborative story, but I’m actually trying to figure out a direction now that we have the room picture! 🙂 heheheheheh 🙂
oh don’t worry, I might whip something up today and move on to a new pic!
Awesome read! You will always be more!
🙂 I certainly pray for as much……… Thanks, Wendell.
Your poetry dances so beautifully- Bobbie, I love this