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bliss, destiny, dreams, fearless, grace, gravel roads, life, love, old maps, passion, postmark, restless, southern, spirit, truth, value, wandering
of these ancient bones
and dirt poor roads –
paths denied me
leaving
were none to find
of left behind
awaiting to atone
as softly as a morning swoon
fingers to the curtains –
were lifted high the veil
of almost gone
speak to me of symentry
and places not forgotten –
leaning walls
and papers golden pale
spin for age the legend
of where we love forever
as distance I might come
to find you still
silver leaf
and poems started
now their jagged voice
betrayed –
light for me
the candle
was meant for kinder days
and where I was
unknowing – set me free
plant the seed
and crush the tiller –
seal the cross
with scarlet woes
mend the fence before I wander
back into –
the ways I know
. . .
tornadoday 
Having the honor of reading almost your every beat; I find a thing always that you insist on tracing-in-bold: “places forgotten” when I know deep in my heart that you’re of the type that forgets not a fallen beat even in nowhere.s visited…
Love & Light
🙂 you know me too well………….I never forget a moment………..not a one…….. Always, each is etched into my soul. Thank you, Mira, and of course, you would know!! ~ Love, Bobbie
You have deserved both of these accolades and even more for the sweetness, kindness, gentility, and the love that you share with everyone. Thank you for being such a beautiful person.
xo ~ always~
Paul
Thank you, dearest Paul. xoxo ~ B
Oh wows. This one is superior work.
Thank you, Seb. This one is an onion – far more layers than tears could manage. Thank you. ~ Love, Me
“mend the fence before I wander back into -the ways I know” — these words hit me hard, at the end of a very powerful poem. Love, Dee
Thank you, Dee. I’m not surprised you would find those words filled with strength. Thank you. ~ Much love to you always, Bobbie
“back into the ways I know” Beautifully written words, your poem is like a stream flowing down a mountainside, with its life essence never dissipating. Such meaningful growth comes from your words…times past, times present, and times to come, they will always be a cherished reminder of the beauty of one’s heart! You are always so wonderful to share your heart in the most thought provoking of ways. You always leave a taste of deja – vu, reminding us that every day of our lives is a life so blessed unto itself!