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were there more
than one season
a flood before draught
a whisper of knowing
lines never
crossed
in the telling
compelling me
backwards to place
recorded my will –
on wallpaper scrolls
history layered
by news of goodbye
to welcome
the best of me
home
delivered from rust
the remains of a sigh
a moment denied
the pulling apart –
is worn by my soul
into dust
as longing recalls me
– remember
these steps
in returning
of time to the shelf
as lies from the meaning
of all we had learned –
blessings
to follow us
back through the dark
candles warmed
as smoke rings to glass
the pull of the moon
looking in
were ever another
a reason to die –
seeds I was planting
somewhere
before spring
fashioning shadow
from passionate bud
beholding in me –
their purpose became –
blackberry
thistle
and where have you gone
crushed in the leaving
by sweet
muscadine –
awakened to fall
by a dream
. . .
https://tornadoday.wordpress.com/2012/09/24/4862/
tornadoday 
It is like I was being serenaded by an Elizabeth Browning poem…so very deeply soulful and embracing…your words always have an awesome power which brings and keeps inner smiles alive…its always a pleasant joy for my soul to feel the touch of your words. Have a beautifully blessed Easter weekend Bobbie! Hugs and blessings always!
You humble me, Wendell…….. And I am blessed that you do. ~ Always, Bobbie
Dearest Bobbie, a beautiful picture and such soulful words my lovely friend. Happy Easter with much love and serenity flowing to you. Love always, Jane
O, and a belated Happy Easter to you, my sweet Jane……… Whenever I need a moment of quiet solitude, I find you……… Thank you. ~ Ever love, Bobbie
I formally want to dispel the specious rumors that I have fallen from the face of the earth. I have not ! I loved this poem, Bobbie, for the somewhat classical form of it. I’m much too tired right now to delve too deeply into the words for emotions and meanings. I know they are there. I can feel them. ~xo
Me
I knew you hadn’t wandered too far, but I must say I was a little concerned (since it’s a bit early for your trip to the beach)…….. 🙂 But it won’t be long. In the meantime, I’m glad you found me here. ~ Thank you, Paul. ~ Ever only, me
Found you??? I never lost you ! ~xo 🙂
Me
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