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spools
and pearls
aging satin –
a pillow here
to lay your head
saved for me
the last time
looking
moments passed
with miles
ahead
tho twice the turn
of intuition
glances
but a whisper freed
knew not
why
my heart was broken
– why for you
my only need
gathered soft
for flight
or failure –
for wonders far beyond
this place
questionning
betrayed to answer
– how it was
I knew
your ways
tender now
the promise wearies
to stay
when there was more
to know
to keep of joys
which none could carry
– to rush beyond
the wanting
so
. . .
this feels so sad…I can hear a soft crying in between the lines…
yes sadness can be spoken in such beautiful words…as you have expressed Bobbie….
Love you…
Take Care….You Matter…
)0(
just me
🙂 My immediate thought was – sad? Who? What? I don’t remember writing anything sad…………but then reading back through, I suppose maybe a bit………although the undercurrent is not one of sadness, but of hope and love (always love). You know the ways, Maryrose…….the heart writes and the soul listens with all it has……. Always with love, Bobbie
I feel the sadness, too, Bobbie, in these words, “knew not why my heart was broken — why for you, my only need”…echoes the feelings of many broken hearts. But yet there is a sweetness in the knowing of having loved and still continuing to love. Love, Dee
Yes, the sweetness in holding – in knowing and all that we carry of all we’ve held. Thank you, Dee. The heart is forever regenerated……..beginning where soft it once lay down. My love to you. ~ Bobbie
😦 ~xo~ me
🙂 No sad crap now!
pretty rhyme…
Thank you, Vimal………….. My love to you ever. ~ Bobbie
The sadness in your words, made tears fall! It is such a genuinely real poem Bobbie, And as what happens with a good movie with a happy or sad ending, or a true life happening in the paper, I cried as I felt the spirit of your words. You are greatly admired and loved, so you can see the effect of your words on others in their comments, including mine. You are one of a kind as a poet, and there will only be one you! Thanks for what you always bring to life with your pen, whether it makes me smile or cry…all of your friends must realize that what is felt after reading your poems is always the result of caring selflessly for another who is important to their world…God bless you my sister, hugs, love, and blessings always!
Thank you, Wendell. The wonderful thing (or one of the wonderful things) about life is that we have both sorrow and joy. As a famous writer once penned, while one sits with tea, the other on your bed. (or something like that) We cannot have one without the other. Every sorrow should remind of just how sweet the joy that came before………. Our blessings are without measure. ~ Love, Bobbie