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bliss, connection, destiny, faith, fearless, grace, knowledge, life, love, nature, passion, reason, relationship, restless, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, wandering, wonder
winter remembers
the curve of the tempter
longing decided
by locust and rain
destiny weaved
a honeybee’s locket
carpenters curse
neath a mountain of leaves
shifted and shy
the humble to pace ~
get us to bed
and turn not away
lover make haste
for seasons gone by
and I without sword
but provision
to fly
further each time
from the memory of home ~
faint as the serpent
pulled clean
through the yard
was carved into hunter
by each
tender blade
tornadoday 
Beautiful
Thank you, dear heart. Your kindness is so very appreciated. ~ Love, Bobbie
This was nice, Bobbie, but you have others I like better. ~xo~ Paul
😉 nooooooooooooooooooo……….. just kidding. You’re certainly allowed. I have others I like better too……. ~ Love, Me
This is really good. Especially, especially the first stanza. It is like music. I cannot say, however, that I understand a meaning to it yet. It reminds me of one of my favorite songs – by Leonard Cohen – which I do not understand but which I can’t stop listening to.
O, Cohen is a favorite. And I hate to confess, Carroll, but I sometimes write things I don’t understand. That used to disturb me, but then almost always, I would get a note from someone saying, ‘did you write this for me’…. And you know what? I’ve come to understand that I did. If you don’t understand, it doesn’t make you less. It just means it wasn’t meant for you, or not meant for you yet. Either way, what matters is that at some point, some day, the right person will find it and understand every word. Thank you, my new friend. For your kindness even when you don’t understand tells me a lot about you. ~ Much love, Bobbie
Mine have all had meaning for me, eventually, but not always when I wrote them. One of my own favorites was written when I was nodding off to sleep. I would literally write a few words and nod off in the middle of the line and awake with a start. Luckily I wrote it down because by the next morning I couldn’t remember a thing. Creativity is a very strange process.
You see, that’s not strange at all. The very best time for any creative venture is typically morning, when you first wake up. During that time (immediately after waking), the ego is still asleep and you can write without the impediment of self. 😉 I never knew the answer or why mornings were best, until I read an article on it a couple of years ago. Strange but wonderful!
Your words are filled with beauty.
…..as is your grace, Deana. Thank you, my beautiful friend. ~ Love, Bobbie
So masterfully penned dear sister, it refreshes the deep parts of a soul!
……as do your words, sweet Wendell. Thank you, my friend. ~ Love, Bobbie