Tags
becoming, bliss, breath, cherokee, destiny, fearless, flannel, grace, life, love, mountain laurel, nature, old maps, passion, postmark, reason, southern, spirit, strength, understanding, wisdom
of fear
I have no memory –
but for passions i reserved
and truth i know
(as e’er i know)
something i can’t say
the sweetest bliss
is moments here –
the weather suits my skin
tho cold was never threatened
by delight
flannel suits
and velvet dogs –
to chase my chills away
something clear
to numb my yesterdays
crooked boards
to lean the porch –
squeak beneath the rain
where vines are twisted tight
against my tune
mountain laurel
let me go
as breath to fill my sail –
stars align to windows
of my soul
tornadoday 
This sounds like a really wonderful hideaway. I can hear the rain and smell the fragrance of the pine…, and something clear sounds good too.
xo
Paul
I’m so glad you think so……..and yes, there’s something deeply moving about hideaways. We hate to share the story of the hidden treehouse for fear that someone else will find the key we have hidden beneath the leaves….. But sharing is another matter altogether. Thank you, Paul. ~ Much love, Bobbie
Dang. That really touched me. May have been the combination of the words and the emotion in that image. Loved it!
Regardless which it was, I’m delighted that they found your heart. Thank you, Jennifer. ~ Much love, Bobbie
And such a noble and exquiste soul it is! Beauty lives so abundantly in your soul’s radiance! It is such a treasure to embrace each day! Lovely poem Bobbie!
Thank you, Wendell. I am convinced that your eyes see right through to my core….. Love you, Bobbie