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as verses
I’m no different
from one hundred more
you loved –
poem unintended
for your soul
color me
into your lines
let my spirit fly
forgotten now the taste
of april snow
torn along
these very scars
weathered boards and all
pushed into the places
met with rhyme
tell the others
what you can
and save the rest
for fall
when dreams are blowing
color off the trees
spread your fingers
o’er the map
roads to take you home
curs’ed now
the poet
to believe
. . .
tornadoday 
The title brought me back to a funny little rhyme that my gram used ot say when I would write/say something that rhymed…..
“You’re a poet
And don’t know it
But your feet
Sure show it…
They’re Longfellows”
Still makes me laugh, just thinking about it (and her).
Your poem was beautiful too, Bobbie.
~~xo~~
Paul
I’ve heard the same thing since I was old enough to write……… 🙂 And isn’t it a wonderful thing, even after all this time, to recall anew that laughter? We live as long as one remembers……..such is the blessing of the storyteller. Thank you, dearest Paul. ~ Love, Bobbie
a creation in words and image painted with feelings
Your kindness, a summer bloom to snow, dear Soumyav. Thank you so much, my friend. ~ Love endless, Bobbie
whence she came
they dared not ask
like moths to a flame
fluttering about in pajamas
hot steaming cups and concentration
consternation her name
sweet the wind
her tender trials –
floated effortlessly as smoke
round the place
where once was written
line by line –
redemption spoke
love….
nice 🙂
Your kindness is a warm breeze…… Thank you, Vimal. Love, Bobbie
Oh this is so beautiful, Bobbie!
It really is amazing how your thoughts manifest.
Love.
SF
Thank you. What amazes me is the number of generous souls they somehow find. Thank you so much. ~ Ever love, Bobbie
And the hearts who embrace your words will always hum your name as they praise the serenity that has lifted their souls! We are always so blessed to share your hearts words…they bless with sincere peace and love to the reader, and is akin to the great writers of the past whom we still value. Always a treasure dear sister!
You’re making me blush, Wendell. Thank you hardly seems sufficient, but thank you. ~ Much love, Bobbie
yes please….
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O, Eric, thank you…………. ~ Ever, Me
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