26 Wednesday Feb 2014
Posted in Poetry
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becoming, breath, connection, conscious consciousness, destiny, everything I know, fearless, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, nature, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, resurrection, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, wandering
the moon awaits
the close of day
a melting of the sun
wings are lifted softly
by the breeze
forever wills
a turning back –
another way we knew
when words were graced by silence
moonlight kissed
the trees
. . .
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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Feeling you in the silence Bobbie, always, Jane xxx
Thank you, Jane……….. I suspect some of the most important things are said without a single word. Always with love, Bobbie
Short, and beautifully sweet. Loved this one. I can feel a soft breeze and smell the scent of the pines along the lake. ~xo~
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……the quiet arrival of birds as feathers brush against feathers……… Thank you, Paul. Love ever, Me
There is a gently energy that is so achingly painful and beautiful in the word ‘until’. And you follow it up so beautifully with the poem, Bobbie. Love, as ever. xx
Thank you, Angela. I think there are some words that mean something different to everyone, but yet it’s almost always a good something. Until, still, yet……….so…….. The heart knows them all. You bless me, and I am grateful. ~ Love, Bobbie
Your words have such a beautiful soothing quality that makes a mind drift away, but to a place of peaceful bliss…causing the birth of lasting smiles. Beautifully written dear poet! Thanks for the smiles. Have a wonderful weekend!
Thank you, my dearest Wendell. Always your words fall soft as feathers against the rain – light upon my heart. Thank you so much. ~ Love, Bobbie
O, and you have an AMAZING weekend! I hear there’s no snow for Atlanta this week! 🙂
I particularly like the third line. The metaphor works best for me. Thank you for sharing this, Bobbie. Blessings and love to you ♥
……….and back to you, my dear Subhan. My words do well to find your heart. ~ Love, Bobbie