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I started writing this a long time ago, but every time, well…………I changed course and chose something different. But I feel especially compelled as of late.
I get a lot of questions about the things I write. Specifically, whether they are personal (surely they seem personal). And the answer (well, the answer is why I always start to write this and never finish) is yes and no. It’s all personal, every line, vowel and rhyme. It’s all personal, but that doesn’t mean that it’s about me. I write. I gather. I listen. One man’s rant is my story. I’ve been accused of caring too much, which is why I want to know the stories (every story, every start, every ending). It’s what I do. I couldn’t stop if I wanted to and I don’t want to. Stories define us, and stories make us immortal. As long as one remembers our name, we live.
I give myself to the story, for even if it isn’t mine, it is. We belong to each other and my story is hardly more than ten thousand others weaved into one – a good one. Maybe that’s the gift of storytelling, to manage in such a way that nothing is left behind – but so that no one needs know who the story was about (it was about all of us). I can watch something on TV and have it affect me so deeply that words can’t touch it. Or should I say, they can’t at the moment? They will; eventually, they will. Eventually every story becomes a part of this one.
Do I have a story? Absolutely. It’s woven into a myriad of others and there is mystery yet (even to me). Do I share my story with everyone? Certainly not; if you wish to know, just ask but be prepared to leave feeling you know less, but more – so much more. I am a cloth of flaws, mistakes, scars and sorrow. Had I never known pain, I would have no way for measuring joy, laughter, and an understanding of the things I feel matter.
♥ Who I am has nothing to do with where I am.
♥ The worst thing to happen to me is quite possibly the best thing
to happen to me.
♥ Love is never ever wasted.
♥ The heart holds far more than a pint or two of blood.
♥ We never end.
♥ Light trumps darkness every time.
♥ I don’t have to hold something to keep it.
♥ That which is given away is rarely missed.
♥ Nestled within every lost soul is a single desire to be loved.
♥ We are not limited by what we can do, but by what we will do.
♥ We can never say “I love you” too much.
♥ The first person I kissed isn’t nearly as important
as will be the last.
At the root of my story is every story. I am merely here to string words into something a lot of people can relate to (a familiar unfamiliar). If you find your own within my words, I hope you aren’t surprised.
words began
and here they sit
a long night without mother
a ring upon the table
stirs a sigh
remembering
another time –
and how I loved (so much)
the pull of something
more
than who am I
tornadoday 
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Hello sweetie 🙂
wanted to wish you a nice evening
with many greetings from me …
…………………. ♥ ..
Soul love.
Thank you, my sweet precious Laura………. May your evening be filled with stars you know by name. ~ Love, Bobbie
there’s a shaman in your ways…loved it…bob
Thank you, Bob…………… truly. ~ Ever, Bobbie
As I read your words I close my eyes digesting their spirits and as you always speak so true, anyone including myself can see their own image alive within. I remember there was a time in my life early on after I started writing that all I wrote of was love, romantic poems. But I had met the most alluring power whose healing embrace of love will always keep me on that path…He said love your brothers and sisters as you would love yourself (paraphrased) and love the Lord God with all your heart and soul) and in doing that all other things will come into line in our lives…your words never neglect what He has brought alive with His gift in your spirit…the touch of your love has its energy and beginning from His love and will never change…we may be imperfect in our flesh, but we are made perfect in his love when we share it without wanting none in return and we blossom under His adoring eyes…the pure words from your heart will always be timeless as also the smile that is alive in each one. You are a genuine blessing…wonderful post, and yet you are always wonderful, my beloved friend and sister. Thanks for the inspiration you always bring!
Always, we are love, Wendell…………..and always, my heart knows the voice that is yours. Thank you. ~ Ever, Bobbie
Lovely reverence and revelation of the simple and yet, abundance around us~ xo
Thank you, Debbie. I am humbled by both your words and your presence. I hope you are finding unimaginable strength and healing in these days. ~ Ever love, Bobbie
I wandered in and gathered
the words that fit…
each one I borrowed out of a line
connecting with another,
to form sentences
and my story is unfolded..
you tell it sometimes to close …
but then again….
its nice to feel your story too
in between my lines
Wonderful Bobbie…..
as always!
Take care…You Matter…
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just me
O, Maryrose………close is the only way to truly know the story – where line sits between heartbeats and rhyme, but a memory of a sigh. Thank you, my sweet beautiful friend. ~ Love, Bobbie
O, Maryrose………close is the only way to truly know the story – where line sits between heartbeats and rhyme, but a memory of a sigh. Thank you, my sweet beautiful friend. ~ Love, Bobbie
nicely put… 🙂
As you so very nicely noticed, dear Vimal. Thank you. All my love, Bobbie
Thank you for this, Bobbie. All of a sudden your poetry has been pulled into focus for me. You are a very talented and loving spirit.
Peace and love,
James.
O, James………..already you knew the story. You read me well. Thank you for the best of you – light and incredible love. ~ Ever, Bobbie
Thank you follow thisoldtoad, do I know you?
No. I just found you while reading a fellow blogger’s postings……….. Thank you and enjoy your adventures.
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Thank you, Chris. ~ Bobbie
You bare the blood of your soul in poetic grandeur where the constant is love, light and the presence of a heart’s desire to become something more than your story… to become simply that which is around us all and within us all… The beat of love; the song of life.
O, Martin. Thank you for your understanding – for your recognition of our one familiar song. Truly, your words paint a wonder few can comprehend. Thanks, Martin. ~ Love ever, Bobbie
With recognition and understanding comes the truth of all life around us, the truth of peace and love, the truth of Nature’s heart and the truth that we are only here at the understanding of Nature’s will and so dear Bobbie, thank you for your lovely kindness about my poetry of which I only write the words xx Be free.
……….right or wrong, I feel love is the only truth…… Thank you……..and you as well. ♥
Your post and both comments have inspired a poem in me… Life is beautiful.
What an humbling charge, my friend. I shall look forward to it…….with great anticipation. 🙂