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sweet
as befalling
the evidence mine
of warmth faraway
unresolved –
trembling there
by the side of the way
wrapped in red ribbon
clung to the fence
stalwart intruder
fell itno grace and
watched as the darkness
unfolded the dawn
silver and sharp
spun by a cord
perfect
imperfect
covered with scars
living and dying
again to renew
the promise writ down
with my soul
passions unveiled
as the curtains were drawn
and made into sense
by the light
. . .
tornadoday 
The tumbling honey of that first stanza is bewitching, poet…
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O, Eric…I’m delighted you think so. Truly, thank you. ~ Much ever, me
Wonderful words to leave in the old year and send light into the new. Happy New Year, darlin’ girl.
~xo~
Himself
Thank you, dearest Paul. The best to you as well. May your cup run over……. ~ Love, Bobbie
…but not too much – I hate to waste a good drink !!!
😀
gave me a sense of rebirth… 🙂
such a pretty picture…
My dearest Vimal, I am grateful for your kindness and even moreso, for the sense it provided you. Truly, thank you. ~ Love ever, Bobbie
It is so very true that we know not what intruders may enter seeking to spirit our life’s breath away…the weekend before christmas, there were moments where i was at a place, where i could see things slipping, i was not scared, but only worried about love ones left behind. For even if i was taken away from this place, my breath would be so alive in the next…everyone we meet and share our words with become a part of us eternally, and that is the true blessing of life, it does not end, and what is actually a short time of separation, soon you will share everything together again! When I read your poem, that is what came to mind as I laid seeking breath in that hospital bed. No heart problems, just a reminder friendly reminder from the MS, of how short this life could be…leaving me to make the best use of my time here with everyone! Another beautiful poem and very lifting to my soul Bobbie, and the image such a lovely one with a beautiful intruder!
O, dearest Wendell, I did wonder if you were okay but assumed you were busy wrapping yourself in the joy of the season. I hope all is well, and yes, you are so very right – there is but one breath separating us from eternity. Since we know not when that breath will come, we should savor every one – leaving not a love unloved or a word unspoken. As the song says, we should all take the chance to ‘live like we were dying’. Be well, my sweet Wendell and know that where you are, we are. And if you get there first, be sure to save me a seat near the coffee pot. ~ Love ever, Bobbie
P.S. that is why it took me so long to comment on your poem…one of those life altering experiences…something that makes you wonder what is important…really important!
…as if we ever had to wonder, Wendell. Be well, dear friend. ~ Love, Bobbie