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becoming, cherokee, connection, destiny, dreams, faith, grace, life, love, nature, poetry, reason, reincarnation, restless, spirit, strength, truth, wisdom, wonder
take of my life
the best in concession
lest ever I trade
of heaven my lines
and strip of the blade
a chance for renewal
or walk without thought
for blossoming fair
loosen my heart
as tethered by longing
and set as a dove on the gale –
would ever I live
let me love
through their presence
and breathe of the air
as the ones
that I know
pry from my hands
every start written over
and make for a place
in the wood
stretch every word
to encircle the cedars
til vowels
become years
in the shade
bury me
carry me
feed me to sparrows
long might I live
in the shelf of a wing
dream
where I wake
as a verse rediscovered
familiar my song
as notes to the wind
as silence to watch
from clouds
softly drifting
back to the places
remembered
I love
tornadoday 
A very brilliant, beautiful and oustanding poem! Your words embrace my spirit with their essence of faith and love!
Thank you, Wendell. If my words have such power, then I am indeed blessed beyond what I deserve. Thank you. ~ Love, Bobbie
There is so much beautiful longing in these words. It twirls in the mind as I read it… strange as it may sound, it makes me smile, perhaps because of its abandon. You are very talented, Bobbie. Your mind is sharp and your heart is wide and ready for great things. With light and love, James.
Dearest James, I pray that you are right (that you are always right) ~ that my heart splits open and the entire world falls in. You humble me with your tender words, and I am appreciative of your loving kindness. Truly, your words honor me and I am grateful. ~ My love, Bobbie
“where I wake as a verse rediscovered”
I wonder if you’re like me; I think everything around is never invented but rediscovered…
Mira, I suspect very much like you……although at times I wonder (as I bet you do) whether I’m just one of the first to notice. Thank you. ~ Much love, Bobbie