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scattered lines
and easy does it –
someone takes the worst
of blame
forgotten all that was
of dreaming –
a frightened boy
without a name
soldier
brother
heroes all
someone’s baby
rocks the cradle ~
mountains crash
beneath the fall
lives are tangled –
heavens crossed
tho someone’s heart is hurting still
another waits the long night
(longer)
as empty arms
denied their fill
come the prayer
before the kneeling
graces changed
by love untold
blessings more than
what was fated –
took your breath
and kept your soul
Breathless stuff! 🙂
Thank you, Seb……… I wasn’t too sure about this one, but good to see that I shouldn’t always trust my first instincts. ❤ Love, Bobbie
Love the hope that shine through life’s sorrows in this poem, Bobbie, and that in eternity, we are cradled in the arms of love.
Yes, as someone dear reminded me lately, we are given views to eternity in moments of bliss. Thank you so much, Dee. ~ All my love, Bobbie
Beautiful image, beautiful poem…but it touches me deep…my older brother Bobby, actually because my older brother was mentally ill, Bobby took me under his wing and we were extremely love, died in Vietnam after he came home a couple of months before it happened and told me if i got drafted to run to Canada, and not to let then send me their. I still see his smiling face everyday! But it is as always a spendid poem, in his memory it makes me see and feel his brotherly love. Thanks for touching the best parts of my spirit all the time!
Our family loved him extremely, and he helped me through several other passings of family and very good friends when i did not know how to handle it. He was my big brother in all sense and meanng of the words. He watched over me and my three other brothers like big brothers do. My older brother used to beat me up all the time! It was a very straight forward thing. I paused in the above not finishing the sentence more clearly! My older brother died two years later when he committed suicide!
Oh my, dear Wendell. Your comments tear my soul. I hurt for you and without knowing Bobby (and yet I do now for what you’ve given me of him), I cry for your loss (for our loss). And yet, he would be so proud of who you are….(who you are because of him). Always, he is in you…….his flame shines in your eyes. There is much we cannot understand of this world (for we are not God). But with love and a willingness to love even more (beyond the limits we set for love in this world), we shall live eternally – in both this world and the next……… NMW (no matter what) we awake with a new heart. Thank you for sharing these pieces of you. You are beautiful and loved more than you know. ~ Always, Bobbie
I could, and have, written pages about the feelings you expressed here, Bobbie. I really don’t think, unless they are personally involved, that the masses understand the depth of emotion brought by loss of a loved one. You, obviously, do.
xo
Paul
How do you choose (when can you choose) to let loose of something that holds the best of you? You can’t…..so you just keep what you can and let it make you better. Thank you. ~ Love, Bobbie
“mountains crash beneath the fall”
“took your breath and kept your soul”
what an artist. this heals. as always, thank you for your poetry.