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where have I gone
I wondered away
wandering (wonderer)
released from the clay
when held by a thought
(please don’t go)
and I couldn’t make sense
of the comings and goings
the night that imprisoned my soul
and took me so far
(returning me not)
to the place of permissions
conquest by rules
who would know
and why was I loved
I waited my breath
to remember
the way I was going
and smiles I would leave
reminders of where I had been
for reasons I came –
when the night was so sweet
(to hold me that way)
as days fell
to moments between
as maple to drip
honey so slow from the hive –
songs I’d forgotten
I knew how to sing
(the way I would feel)
while circling around
this living to love –
this fire to dance
I watched as the sparrows
took roost from the flame
and wondered (how long)
they would stay
(with the twilight)
even now from the still
who’s to say
how long I’ll be gone
might I wake
with a start
and a stirring inside
unashamed of the choices
I’d made
and where I was taken
to find me again
not the same (even better sometimes)
the pillow has faces
and stories to tell
might I count to the lines
on the back of these hands
somewhere I was mentioned
in going one time
but life kept me
falling away
softly to birth
mysteries tarry
born to another – I can’t recollect
where I was bound
when rose from the ash
with memory
as I was to be
scarred to the bone
and filled with that flame
the same one
(you remember that dream)
when my hair caught to fire
and the night
blew with smoke
the same as I was
when the first sparrow sang
and they wondered
(they wander)
how long it might be
til I’m home
I wonder as I wander through the wonder of it all.
Traveler be at peace for we know where you are
Oft’ one step behind you, retracing your steps
as you wander and reach to the stars…
I hate to seem repetitive. About a year ago I thought you were pretty darn good, but what I’m seeing recently far surpasses a lot of what I saw then. The emotion is deeper and more complex, and…., oh, well, I could go on for a while, but then you’d just think (he’s just ramblin’ on again!!!). This was beautfully organized and written, Bobbie. Most of them recently have been.
xo
Pablo
Can’t help wondering what it must feel like to create/have created something so beautiful. Even though I don’t understand all of it, the sounds, rhythm and scanning carry me along as I subconsciously translate your lines into my internal emotional ‘receiving’ language.
All this, pours from you. It is really amazing. I think there is a muse in your heart. I loved the lines “songs I’d forgotten
I knew how to sing
(the way I would feel)
while circling around
this living to love –
this fire to dance”…..Oh, Joy! Love, Linda
Oh, Linda. I am convinced you’re right. There is a muse living in my heart (although I sometimes think he eats too much)…… 🙂 You’ve just made my day, for it’s only loving eye that can discern rambling from wisdom. I love you and thank you! ~ Always, Bobbie
“might I wake with a start and a stirring inside unashamed of the choices I’d made
and where I was taken to find me again not the same”
& You’re such a sculptor of beds of roses unaware of the thorns, for the sculptured is deemed to be worth wounds and bleeds.
Much love
My dearest Mira, I came over tonight and thought that it had been a while since I checked for incorrect filing of comments to my spam folder, and was delighted to find a whole bunch from you. I’m so sorry if you’ve thought for a moment that maybe I just wasn’t replying. That is not the case at all.. And yes, we can surely miss the wonders of love if we’re focused on the briars. I may regret much, but never will I regret love. Thank you, Mira. ~ Much love, Bobbie
The pillow has faces… ah yes, and…
I watched as the sparrows
took roost from the flame
and wondered (how long)
they would stay
(with the twilight)
even now from the still
who’s to say
how long I’ll be gone
Very lovely lines in there Bobbie xx
PS – I’m pushed for spare time at the moment as I suddenly have a stack of writing to do amongst other jobs so I may not be able to visit as often as I have been for a little while, but I will do my best to pop in as regularly as I can if you don’t mind bearing with me.
…..any time you give me is a blessing, dear Vanessa……… Thank you for your faith in this piece that at times felt disjointed! ~ Love you. ~ Always, Bobbie
I can feel your heart in this piece…so amazing 🙂
Thank you so very much. I am blessed by your kindness. ~ Love, Bobbie