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dreams the night divided
lives before
and since
fields are growing over
the memory of seed –
swallowed by the music
swaying side by side
red becoming
something more than hay
heaven flies
on outstretched wing
ten feet above the ground –
soars ten thousand miles
before the night
remembered these –
the way to home
sometimes the darkness bleeds
as longing floats
to clouds
above the sound
swirling silk
of old release –
a crooked line embracing
the mystery of life
so few can see –
monarchs flush the ancient pine
how nimble
– crouched the stillness
memorized returning
to all the nights
between
. . .
tornadoday 
There’s a certain rhythm in words that feels so wonderful when you read aloud…I love this.
Thank you……….. That’s how I know it works………..when I read it aloud. I used to struggle with rhythm and had to figure out each piece in time. Now, I suppose I’ve just surrendered to my own internal beat…..and that’s how every word comes. 🙂 Love you, Nessa and thank you…… ~ Much ever, Bobbie
And it is always such a real pleasure to embrace those rhythms that bring to life such a beautiful gift of words which make a poems beginning moment so very timeless. When one writes out of the deepness of heart and sheer love, the words will always emulate every beat of their heart and every breath which they take. The perfect blend happens because the love felt within is so very real, and when all are blended perfectly together the reader will always envision the true undying voice of the love which presents itself! It is easy to love your poems because of the magnitude of the beauty which is always found alive in each one…i am spoiled always by your words… and have missed them much my sister..great message shared within! I am finally on the road to recovery!
I have missed you, dear Wendell, and pray that the days have been gentle to you and that your health thrives as blossoms in the Spring. ~ My love always, Bobbie
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