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fragile as a month
of mondays
sky lit up with amber shows –
lazy as a dream returning
down these crooked
dusty roads
drop me by
the way to someplace –
wandered home this way before
told myself another story –
I won’t miss you any more
the way so weary
trees were crying –
bowed to bone beside the creek
red sky nights
of ruby ribbon
whisper strung from evergreen
wrote a note
with purple crayon –
pinned it to the lantern’s bright
begged you find me
on the pasture –
counting lives by firelight
first as I and you were
early –
caught your look of sweet surprise
paradise was missing somewhere –
dare I step into
your eyes
asked you not
of plans for leaving –
drew a map to heaven’s gate
told you more
than I could ever
take it back
one word too late
knew their names
each constellation –
sisters
brothers
venus
mars
traced them all as if I never
knew you’d go –
this close
this far
beautiful writings Bobbie, I am listening to your whispering words, Love, Linda
Thank you so much, my beautiful friend. I can think of no sweeter place to be heard. ~ Much love, Bobbie
did you get my message about SoundCloud
go to http://www.soundcloud.com
for how to make voice recordings. It seems complicated, trying to figure it out, but is the “Studio” Love, Linda
I will definitely check it out. Thank you for remembering, Linda. This would definitely be one to benefit from being read aloud. ~ My love, Bobbie
love, Linda
The sounds of your lines trickle by like a rippling brook.
Thank you so much, Jo. Your kindness is truly appreciated. ~ Love, Bobbie
Perfect from that wonderful opening line in.
Oh, Seb……….. thank you…… Thank you so so much! ~ Love, Bobbie
“fragile as a month of Mondays” !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LOL!!
xo
Himself
I’ll take that as a sign of a northern boy who has no idea what that means! 🙂
That’s a very nice way to take it… Since I’ve shown my ignorance, what does it mean???
xo
Paul
… and by the way, the last time I was referred to in those terms it was…
“damn nortern Yankee farm boy”!!!
Actually, it just means a long time……….. 🙂
hahah…the term damn yankees is reserved for those who move south and steal our horses 😉
…well, I had stolen something but it wasn’t horses <|:}) !!!