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there are things I can’t say
to anyone yet
some admission of dying
one piece at a time ~
one crush of a breath
one season of death
and I can’t seem to call it
by name
the thief
and the bride
the willing young man
who stood in the drive
with arms open wide ~
reminders of daisies
white velvet sprays
and a spark to the eyes
said I’m doing okay
but I can’t seem to think
what I don’t want
to say ~
and there can’t be a place
for goodbyes here today
they’ll drive me to drink
and the river will flow
out beyond where I’m bound
to be going ~
I go
tornadoday 
“there are things I can’t say
to anyone yet
some admission of dying
one piece at a time ~
one crush of a breath
one season of death
and I can’t seem to call it
by name”
For me it’s just called another year of life (not death). There’s a lot to like in this piece, Bobbie. It wakes the mind and stirs the soul.
xo, and good night,
Paul
Thank you, Paul. This was an emotional piece penned after an evening with my father. Love makes us raw, and that’s a wonderful truth (no matter what else it might feel like). ~ Bobbie
A special poem, where the edges are somewhat sharp! I see with my minds eye, frustration that you would really life to say fully but it is tempered to its current state, by your love, not wanting to hurt, and leave another moment tarnished. You humbled your spirit but you let it cry out in your words. These things serve to make you much better for they bring certain healing into deep places as you release them setting them forever free, hoping not to feel those same things again. Bobbie, you have a deep mind, a deep heart, and deep love for those you care about! I am glad your write expressing it all…its beautiful to share your presence! Much love to you my sister!
Thank you, Wendell. Sometimes, I don’t have strength to fight the words……and so I let them come. Thank you so much for your understanding (and your light). My love always, Bobbie