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when I have gone
the way of stars
across an ancient sky
slid between
the branches – whispering
a name
held sweet
by one or two –
a page already turned
who will know
of words
to understand
were never
meant
for rhyming –
decided by the night
woke me up
when dead the hours passed
relearning
every passion –
a time and place for all
for us
it seems of one
there never was
were ever
this unknowing
be given up again
or I –
a secret carried by the wind
to lands
beyond the call of feet
where cold
the floor is laid
ghosts are camped
in silence –
wondering
. . .
“ghosts are camped
in silence – wondering”
These words bring to mind a lot of different thoughts, Bobbie…, ghosts, not the weird, scary, ethereal spirits that haunt old houses and graveyards, but the ghosts (memories) that haunt our mind and heart in the silent hours that we spend alone, ghosts that somehow still reach out to touch our heart with the love and friendships that they shared with us. Yeah, I’m in one of “those” moods tonight. Good night, sweet darlin’ girl. ~xo~
Paul
Sounds like the perfect mood for poetry, dear Paul. Sometimes, I read something and a mood is set within my heart. In time, it pushes into words…….. I was so touched by Angela’s posting (Reflection) that I could do nothing but wait…….. Thank you for waiting with me. ~ Much ever, Bobbie
a time and place for all ~ an acceptance of the world as it is; as we are… I concur, dear friend. Oh!, I could comment on every stanza, every life time, every knowing and unknowing we have had…and all the notions in between. But you know I feel your poetry, Bobbie, so will just send love and gentle light and the knowing that you create beauty. xo
……and I am blessed in your understanding, your knowing, your seeing in the darkness, dear Angela. ~ Love, Bobbie
Love always, for this wise knowing within you dearest Bobbie and the gift of your sharing.. Xxxx
And love ever back to you………for presence stitched together by dreams, and a most valued tender of soul, dear Jane. You are such a blessing to me. Thank you. ~ Still, Bobbie
you’ve embedded countless lives in your closure; deeply touched..
Peace & Light