01 Wednesday May 2013
Posted in Poetry, Storytelling
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becoming, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, life, living, love, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, silence, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, voice of the soul, wandering, wisdom, words
tempted by a whisper
the singing of my soul –
a voice I scarce remember
now abides
as stirring to
a poet heart –
shadows of belief
slept beneath my pillow
long the night
fluttering
against my sleep
eager to my rise
silent ancient rhythms
flood my still
. . .
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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“Tempted by a whisper the singing of my soul,” your soul sings every time you create….What a wonderful line and poem. Namaste, mary
Thank you, my dearest Mary. Your kindness is appreciated and speaks soft of the grace that is your light. I am honored. ~ Much ever, Bobbie
“silent ancient rhythms
flood my still
…and if we’re lucky they always will. One of your shorter ones, Bobbie, but easily one of your best. ~xo~
Paul
Thank you, Paul. As I’ve struggled with learning, sometimes more is just more………..and sometimes less is enough. Thank you so much. ~ My love, Bobbie
🙂 I love to read your poetry. You help me cherish the most important parts of me.
Yes, the rhythm of the soul abides and is awake.:) Love, Jennifer
If I help you to do that, Jennifer, then I am content that the words fell where they were meant to. Such is enough for this writer….. Thank you so much, my dear friend. ~ Love, Bobbie