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were the waters
still
and clearly –
my symentry undone
stones once thrown
as ripples now
are come
reminding me
of faraways
and seasons I was able
to hold you
one last breath
beneath the wake
as winds
defy my mem’ry
storming now the gate
pushed against my door
to let you in
where lies
an everafter –
of moments
held in place
when swore our hearts to stay
beyond the reach
of destinies
– forgotten now
we write their will anew
rocks are thrown
– and still I hear
the sea
. . .
tornadoday 
What is seen in and always received from your words is a treasure for all of us, your fellow bloggers. For your poems are always like a wonderful symphony that touches the most human parts of our souls! You always outdo yourself with another much better than the last! Have a wonderful week ahead dear sister…God bless!
……..*blushing*……….Wendell, were I half what you perceive me to be, I would be thrilled. 🙂 Thank you, dear friend. ~ Always here and always love, Bobbie
Your heart always shines so radiantly to us all in a pure perfect way…and that is why we spiritually hug you! Blessings!
*hugs you back*……. May the night wrap my winds around your soul, such that you wake knowing only the truth which is love. ~ Ever, Bobbie
yes – and much can be learned from listening to the sea – echoes of those forgotten destinies … lovely and riveting words again and again from you dear Bobbie ~ your poetry speaks a language all its own … that the lucky reader can always interpret if he/she really does let go and listen. Much love to you always my sweet friend ~ x Robyn
Thank you, my precious Robyn. My words can ask for no more than to know that you listen….. Thank you. ~ All my heart, Bobbie
and the sea whispers for your heart only
stars wash wash up to grant a wish
maybe a wish to find a place to go when you’re lonely?
the sea reminds me of a lullaby, as it rocks you to sleep
the memories wash up on the beach to slip into your dreams..
Beautiful as always as you are Bobbie…
Love you…always my Friend
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always
just me
Always, you speak the language that is my own……..as familiar as once ancient drums, the flow of rivers o’er stone, the setting of wings against another. Thank you, Maryrose. I love your beautiful soul. ~ Ever, Bobbie
For me, Remembering Is sacred whether there are tears or smiles, the ebbing is always a shivering or shimmering.
O, how true, Debbie. Always, memories are our treasure. I’ve often thought that Alzheimer’s is the ultimate thief, taking that which we’ve spent so long in collecting. Thank you, my dear sweet friend. ~ Love, Bobbie