16 Tuesday Apr 2013
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bliss, connection, destiny, dreams, fearless, grace, gravel roads, hope, life, old maps, passion, postmark, promise, spirit, truth, understanding, value, wandering, wisdom
did we know
of ways uncertain –
as paths we cleared
between
of rivers wide
and trees against the sky
dew had fallen
somewhere –
into the baby grass
promise made of whispers
morning lies
. . .
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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You certainly keep late hours, darlin’ girl. We always knew paths were uncertain…, and the morning, in its jealousy, always lies about the night before. Good night, Bobbie. ~xo~
Paul
When it comes to writing, I think the hours keep me. 🙂 I love that thought about the morning, although I suspect the moon is as jealous as anyone……….. 🙂 ~ Thank you, Paul. ~ Love, Bobbie
lot more to ponder in those few lines dear!
And pondering is such a wonderful trait, don’t you think, Soumyav. I think it is a human quality not used nearly enough. Thank you, sweet friend. ~ All my love, Bobbie
There is a magic that comes to life when your words are embraced early in the morning before the sun does rise! You bring a sweet elegance to dance in one’s mind that always starts a day right lifting the inner whole! Beautiful poem Bobbie!
Thank you, Wendell. Always, you find the words that move my heart to swoon. Thank you……..for the gift of you. ~ Love, Bobbie
A reflection which makes sense of my morning and left me smiling
David
I like that, David, although there are times when I kinda like not making sense of something ~ just allowing a moment or more of uncertain wilderness to take root. Thank you and I hope that this note finds you smiling as well. ~ Ever love, Bobbie
This poem calls me in again and again… to read more with each dawn. Beautiful, Bobbie. x
O, Angela, I love that response. Yes, to find in every dawn, something new.
I was once asked what was my favorite season and I started out ‘I love the fall best because of the changing color of leaves, woodsmoke and sweaters.’ Then, ‘I love the winter best because of snow, warm hearths, Christmas, and mistletoe.’ Yet, ‘I love Spring for the budding trees, baby grass, and hope returning to the earth’. ‘I love Summer for warmth against my skin, locust swarms and bursting berries.’
Could be the Libra thing, but I hope (I know) it’s more. Every dawn is the best. Every age is the best. Every trial, every love, every kiss ~ the best. With none the same, comparison seems foolish. All are uniquely (imperfectly) perfectly the best. 🙂
Love to you, my friend, and I apologize for this ‘rambling’ response. Although I am quite certain you understand. ~ Ever, Bobbie
Never apologise for beautiful words, Bobbie. I too have the Libran scales ruling my light… and yes, I do understand. Much love, Angela.
As always Bobbie- Beautiful poetry! Love to you, Cindy
Thank you, precious Cindy. I’m so glad you like this and hope the days are unfolding brilliance to your path. ~ My love ever, Bobbie
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