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steady this drum
on the pulse of your mercies
and steal my last breath
from the breeze
strain to the sound
of poetry pleading
to moments all measured
by these
know me
to know me
closer to close
softer the name you recite
as learning to breathe
with somebody else
adrift in your essence
tonight
break from the empty
fill now the warmth
of sunlight to corners
long bare
throw off the covers
and run through the shadows
~ I’ll be your memory
I swear
save for indifference
the doings undone
and worry
for places to be
slow to the rhythm
of night birds returning
o’er oceans
remembered
as me
This is too beautiful for words to describe it.
xo~always,
Paul
Without sounding boastful, I love it too! It’s one of those that I imagine myself finding one day and thinking, ‘wow, I wish I had written that’…… 😀 Instead, I’m glad I did. Thank you, Paul. ~ As always, Bobbie
brilliance shining out and through!!!! love this! love you!
Your presence is felt in my soul, dear Linda. Thank you…. I love you. ~ Bobbie
I rather like “The pulse of your mercies”
Thank you, Seb. I rather like that you do. ~ Love, Bobbie
I was without my computer the last 36 hours, but i am welcomed by another of your gems…a very incredible poem…and your words are breathtakingly beautiful! Thanks for sharing Bobbie!
Was this part of some type of self-punishment or something? LOL! Just kidding. What matters is that you’re back, and every bit as kind. Thank you, Wendell. ~ Much love, Bobbie