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the first to go –
the last to linger
faces
places
blur the line
eyes rolled back
and there the future –
consequence
of love’s design
dimestore pearls
and easy does it
spend the last
of me to go
somewhere down the way
of searching –
time will prove
you told me so
I’ll be fine
no cause to worry
dare I leave the night ajar
one more step
from here to never
given push –
one time too far
blackened beaks
and silver rudders
destiny denied to form
close as some
the shadow spirals
reason rides before
the storm
. . x . .
tornadoday 
Beautiful piece.
Thank you so very much, my friend. I’m so glad you like this. ~ Much love ever, Bobbie
Dark and bittersweet, Bobbie.
xo
Paul
or light and complicated 🙂 Thank you, Paul……… ~ Love of mystery, me…….
“I’ll be fine
no cause to worry
dare I leave the night ajar
one more step
from here to never
given push –
one time too far”
Oh Bobbie, in your poems you leave a hidden dagger somewhere. And every time I cannot help but raise it to my heart here. Such fine eloquence!
…and your praise makes me blush, my friend. I am blessed to know you find something of your own sweet language in my song….. ~ Much love, Bobbie
“the consequence of love’s design” — I like this phrase for I want to believe that somehow even when love’s design is tampered, love’s purpose is still achieved in the end. Love, Dee
Exactly, Dee. Regardless of the way, love always insures we keep the best of it……..Always, we have the love (or surely we never did)……. Thank you so much, my dear friend. ~ Love, Bobbie
Sometimes even when loved deeply or when in return you deeply love, there are those moments where loneliness creeps in and you feel alone. That is the time of revelation, the time of reflection, the time where one must acoount for what lives within or what has escaped…for most people are prone to boredom at times and excitement in love escapes. Sometimes a thought moves you to think or wonder a change is in order, and yet at that point in silent dispair, we think how can we remedy the situation, to fan the embers to full flame…this is when life begins to sparkle again when even a simple word can rise a heart to new heights or a beautiful rose, or a bottle of fine wine, or just a moment where love joyfully embraces and causes your heart to skip a beat and one to feel breathless! For love is noble and becomes your greatest wealth, and no one will let such a enviable treasure to escape their grasp! So now we begin again and hold more tightly their life essence before we let them slip away…for love always finds a way to keep the passion burning! Much love to you Bobbie, as usual you writing is superb my sister!
a pen becomes a chalice
holding the magick of your words
as we come to drink the depths of human emotion
that flows from your heart
not sure why that thought came in….
emotions seem to leap off the page as I read again…and again…
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me
….if my words had any part in moving you to such emotion, I am blessed beyond what I can express to you, Maryrose….. Thank you so much! Your words are a challenge to my page. ~ Love ever, Bobbie