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touch
as word unnoticed
spilled onto my page
silent as a poet
falls to rhyme
of reaching out for something
take me I am home
here am I to catch you
every time
touch
in ways unpracticed
suffer me your truth –
written once when all the lights
burned down
years away and still
you know me
meaning unexplained
a place of nothing works
but holding on
touch
and almost always
I will plead one more
season
without cause –
a blossom bends
flush against another
time I thought to go
leaving –
but a place
where we begin
. . .
tornadoday 
such soothing embracing words that provide such a refreshing touch to anothers heart and soul! The sun is shining outside brightly today after a few days of cloudiness and rain, and yet your words outshine the brightness of the sun with your words spirit! I smile happily because I am allowed to again enjoy the moment! Another gem Bobbie, another pearl!
O, Wendell, I am grateful for the chance to share your sun (or your rain). I was thinking this morning of how hot it is going to be in Atlanta over the next few days. I hope you’re ready for a real change in wardrobe choices. 🙂 Thank you. ~ Love, Bobbie
The picture reminds me of the farm, Bobbie. The words remind me of the light I once found in someone’s eyes. You take words to a form of artistry seldom rivaled. ~xo~
Paul
Paul, thank you………and thank you for allowing me to remind you of another time when the sun was eclipsed……. Always you are loved, Bobbie
My respect & admiration for you increases with every word of yours I encounter! Wow!
As does mine for you with each tender kindness revealed. Thank you, my dearest Tanumoy. ~ Always love, Bobbie