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of these failings
fragile moments –
curses chase
a lover’s sigh
held as prayers
before the morning
– as promise gathered
into light
quiet first
as raindrops singing
low against
the window pane
wishes worn awake
by wanting –
stirs the soul
to dream
again
. . .
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Good mornin’, Bobbie. Top o’ the mornin’ to ya lass. May the day bring ya only sunshine. ~xo~
Himself
🙂 you make me laugh to tears, you know? Thank you, Paul. ~ Ever, Bobbie
‘Wishes worn awake by wanting – stirs the soul to dream again’ , The other night I awoke from my sleep, and I found myself praying for quite a few of our blogging family, you included, Papa Bear and quite a few others. After praying I begin writing, maybe 13 poems. I was wanting to share that project I had told you about, and last night I did, but I felt my heart begin to dream again two nights ago and even more beautifully the second night. Within us who create there comes lonely times when we hesitate to write or share, we feel empty, and tired deep within, but then in our spirits a movement comes just like when spring embraces us again, we feel nourished within, as a new blossoming begins…I feel it within the lines of your poem…happy to see that smile alive again. Be lifted Bobbie, I am also feeling the new change within. Have a wonderful and blessed weekend! Hugs, love, and blessings always!
Thank you, Wendell. I think the writer’s soul goes through many seasons – times when we feel that everything has been said and it all sounds the same. I’ve gone through it enough to know that it does pass. But something else. My weakness and my strength is the depth with which I feel things. If someone hurts, I hurt. If they grieve, I grieve. If they break, a part of me breaks. And that almost always comes through into a thought – a word. But such is my curse and my greatest blessing. I know you know, and I love you because you do. ~ Ever, Bobbie
This is one of the best poems I have read from you, Bobbie. It’s powerfully written. Well done. Blessings and love to you ♥
Thank you, my sweet Subhan. Always, you bless me with your comments. ~ With love, Bobbie