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becoming, connection, destiny, dreams, fearless, grace, gravel roads, home, life, living, love, memory, old maps, passion, poetry, postmark, southern, spirit, star crossed, truth, understanding, wandering
longing sleeps
in soft percale –
with tiny yellow flowers
a shade of thin
are threads already known
as paths
beyond this lowly state –
counted more by grace
life come round
to living us again
as sewn beneath a ruffle
of gentle disregard
for times
we let –
and times we couldn’t go
held before the daylight
wrapped in yesterdays
– quilted patch
of love me more
goodbyes
screen door
opened wide enough
to let all reason fly
the universe we
gathered –
in sheets
of soft percale
. . .
tornadoday 
Wistful and bittersweet, and….., I don’t know, but I liked it all the same. ~always~
Paul
🙂 and for that, I’m grateful, dear Paul. ~ Always, Bobbie
Such exquisite use of metaphor…”in sheets of soft percale” ~ wow – “threads already known” ~ there is always so many layers in your work Bobbie — beautiful poetry~
Love to you ~ Robyn
Thank you, Robyn. I’m so thankful that you see…….. 🙂 My love to you, my sweet beautiful friend. ~ Ever, Bobbie
Delightfully beautiful!
Thank you, my dear friend. Always, my words find warmth within your own. ~ Much love, Bobbie
“Held before the daylight wrapped in yesterday’s quilted patch,” so true, Namaste, mary
Thank you, Mary. That you know of such fills my heart with light. You humble me. ~ All love, Bobbie