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of knowing
what is keeping
the heart
tied up
with thorns
– a place
beyond the realm
of sanity
moves this sun
to rising –
grieves the almost
moon
– another
one more time
I thought to go
pardon this
intrusion –
worry not your will
to names and dates –
maladies of stone
held apart
by living –
eternity as one
how it is I know –
where you have
gone
beyond the feel
of shadows –
crowded round
my steps
beyond the fence
– tis all
that I have left
of signs
unwelcome graces –
my once or twice
with you –
lines were crossed
– was nothing
I could do
but pull
a chair
and sit a spell
with verses
growing cold
– was here before
the words
were catching
hold
. . .
tornadoday 
A “heart tied up with thorns” knows both the pain and the loving in a very intense way. Always, Dee
Yes………to feel everything – the joy and the sorrow…….the same. Knowing one rarely travels without the other. Love to you, my dearest Dee. ~ Bobbie
A very awesome poem…so very genuine and so very deeply soulful. Sad but a true gem!
Never really mean anything I wrote to be sad……….but I believe that sometimes, the sweetest of joys is that found in sorrow……… Love you, Wendell ~ Ever, Bobbie
Ah’ Bobbie you’ve reminded me of many frozen verses still burning under a silencing spell:'(
Hugs
………and yet, patiently they wait the breath of love to awaken them, Mira…….. You remind me of how much you’ve been missed. ~ Love, Bobbie
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