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worried
for the ways ahead
a pathway through the dark
where whispers
surely gather
me to home
memories
and might have beens
grace in stories
written
drawn upon my heart
by places known
lay for me
a softer place
just beyond the winter
love is come
and I
resolved to these
the way was mine
as life became
more my soul shall carry
grieving all
shall bring me
to my knees
tho surely this
for all I keep –
the worth
is worth the weighting
for just beyond
are spirits bound
by truth
reminders of forever
one more day
where spring endures
while here I kneel
– grateful for
each bruise
. . .
tornadoday 
this is deep…
O, Vimal……….all the things that hold us best are those than run to the bone. Thank you, my dear dear dear friend. All my love ~ Bobbie
intense and passionate
Thank you, my precious Soumyav…….. Words seem to gather steam as the winter approaches. I hope your days are filled with light – the sweetest love of all. ~ Ever, Bobbie
The image along with your soothing words gives your poem a lasting enchanting glow! Makes small ambers of sweet Spring begin to rise within! Beautifully written Bobbie, have a lovely and blessed weekend my sister!
Thank you, Wendell. Already the buttercups are being stirred from their sleep. I hope you don’t the winters too much! May divine warmth keep your heart all year round! ~ Love, Bobbie
This is the kind of poem which gives birth to important things.
I hope so, Seb………… Although more often than not, words are just envious of moments that need not their presence. 🙂 ~ Love, Bobbie
SPRING !!! Darlin’ girl, Winter ha’nt yet begun an’ you be tired o’ it a’ready??? An’ will it be long ‘n’ cold, for sure, for sure. Y’d be best takin’ yerself t’ the fire ‘n’ havin’ a cup o’ hot tay…, or a bit o’ the creature t’ keep ya warm, wouldn’t ya now. A fine g’nite to ya now. I’ll be warmin’ some ‘ot buttered rum o’er th’ fire now. Dream o’ sweet things… ~~Himself~~
🙂 Here you come, Paul………berating me for the mere mention of a chill……… 🙂 Yet, I know (you know) that Spring will be here before you can blink. That’s a sure sign you’re getting older – you think of Christmas and know that it was just yesterday that you waited the night without sleep, eager for a stir of long overdue dreams. 🙂 Warm indeed, my forever friend. Warm indeed. ~ Ever, Bobbie
Ah, darlin’ girl, ye lend yerself to a bit o’ teain’ so well…, an’ wouldn’t I love ye fer it !!!
“teain” be poor Irish for teasin’ Himself be a poor speller
visit and Thank you for writing which is quite good and best wishes always, and greetings
Thank you so much for your kindness, my friend. ~ Love, Bobbie
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