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pages worn
our lines apart
rhyme eternal one ~
failing as the reader to resign
fingers fumble
ink becomes ~
a souvenir of will
verses bent us double
to begin
read to me
of where we wait
still in chapters bare
press into
these mysteries
of skin
vowels displaced by wonder –
breath where longing pools
margins far too wide
to keep us in
numbers resurrected
one more place to be –
were ever there
a crime of destinies
line by line
rhythm caught in places
never said –
mark the page
for keeping me –
held by love again
. . .
tornadoday 
This is so pretty Bobbie, I really like the concept of being held between the pages of a book. Xx
Thank you, Vanessa…….. I kinda like the thought too; somewhere between chapter 21 and 22. 🙂 Thank you. ~ Love you, Bobbie
Reblogged this on Simon Sundaraj-Keun.
Thank you, dearest Simon…….. ~ Love
This is wonderful, Bobbie…
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Thank you so much, Eric. Your kindness is humbling. ~ Much love, Bobbie
Wonderfully delicate, yes…
….and when there is nothing more, let us be gentle……. *sigh* Thank you so much, dear Seb. ~ Love ever, Bobbie
keeping us between the pages
as thoughts on a blank page
make us as immortal as the love
where we will forever know and be
Beautiful…Bobbie….as only you can whisper into the wind
Take Care…
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just me.
Your sweet voice speaks to my soul, Maryrose. Thank you. ~ Love, Bobbie
“mark the page for keeping me -held by love again’, there are passionate poems of love and then there are “real passionate poems of love’, when your words speak from deep within they serenade hearts and touch soul’s deeply. The vision always comes to mind of one reaching out for that special one that fills the resevoir of one’s heart! You are a true romantic…one may lose their breath reading your poems but they are never lost, because the power of love abides within their embrace. Awesome poem Bobbie!
Thank you, Wendell. I remember a number of poetry contests and instructors who pushed ‘show but don’t tell’. I never quite understood, but do now…….for now I understand that we show more by showing less – we speak volumes without saying a word. Thank you so much, Wendell. You grace my world this day. ~ Love, Bobbie
So beautiful on many levels.
Thank you so very much, my friend. Would the words be half as delicious as your treats…. Love to you, Bobbie
…duly noted and marked.
~always~~xo~
Paul
Thank you, dearest Paul. xo ~ B
These lines caught me: “read to me of where we wait still in chapters bare”, and “margins far too wide to keep us in”. In the near and present moments of living, there seems to be an infinity of possibilities, and once a second, a minute, an hour is lived, these are penned into a chapter of history. What a wondrous poem that stretches the heart and imagination! Beautiful and mysterious, Bobbie! Love, Dee
I’m never surprised when you find the ‘soul’ of the words……the lines that kept something from becoming nothing much. Thank you, Dee, for seeing through my words into the soul of me……… ~ Love, Bobbie