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were curses
to brush
my feelings away
as splinters
pushed deep in my soul
worn as a callus
of promise to numb –
were moments of heaven
I know
forty years more
than my mama was young
chosen for choosing
this time
broken down places
wink in the sun
a shimmering ghost
left behind
longing we planted
in clover and moss –
weighted to pockets
of stone
forgotten our fate
as candles died out
– habits held close
not for long
. . .
tornadoday 
“a shimmering ghost left behind”
Feel this way a lot these days. I’m the elder member of the family now, as a niece put it lately – the “patriarch”. Makes me feel ancient. With the mood I’m in tonight, this line didn’t help matters. Liked the poem a lot though, Bobbie.
~~xo~~
Paul
Okay, so we’ve known eachother long enough that I feel I have a right to say this. You would never be left behind. Time rolls forward and we roll too, but in the rolling, we gather wisdom and an understanding for what matters (and who matters). We love more and more and more! So, this is your official ‘SNAP OUT OF IT’ moment from me! 🙂 ~ Love you (old or not). ~ Me
Your words are chilling and heart breaking at once beautiful thank you for sharing
Thank you, sweet one. To be honest, I never thought about this being sad when I wrote it (I just wrote)……but I’m glad you were able to see the beauty as well. Thank you. Much Love, Bobbie
A moving, reflective verse. Thank you. Brings Auden’s “Time Will Say Nothing” back to the forefront of my mind http://russellboyle.wordpress.com/2012/08/06/time-will-say-nothing-by-w-h-auden/ High praise for your verse!
Russell, you humble me……..and I am grateful to know my own words pulled you back to Auden’s. You’re too kind and I thank you. ~ Much love, Bobbie
You have a good ear. Your poems seem to be meant for reading aloud. You might think about filming somehow – I hear it is easy these days – someone reading your poems, or just an audio tape, and posting that. Hmmmm?
I’m working on that, Carroll. I’ve tried previously but became frustrated with the output……. But I haven’t given up so don’t be surprised if the day comes when you hear my ‘southern comfort’……. 🙂 Thank you. ~ Love, Bobbie