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in the wink
that is a lifetime
moments paused between
the places
we became –
as spirit learned
of music we’ve forgotten
the beauty of the dance
times
we swore
some other
to return
without a map
for making –
to places we exist
a warmth
that is the sun
against our night
seasons robbed of color
constellations
turn in time –
breathless complication
of our easing into
flight
a day
a week
eternities –
tree steps and backward two
turning
gently turning
to the waltz of falling leaves
touching on
a memory
reminders why
we came –
to wake again this wonder
left the soul to grieve
. . .
tornadoday 
The music, our histories, the memories of the dance…, all too quickly and easily pushed aside in a rush to conveniences of contemporary lives. When will they ever learn? …when will we ever learn? ~~xo, and good night darlin’ girl.
Me
so many questions…………….but what wonder in the asking………… Thank you, Paul.
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Thank you, dear one. ❤
‘Waltz of falling leaves’ I could lose myself in that. Wow!
Thank you, Richard…….. I could too. In fact, I believe I have more than once…….. ❤
🙂
definitely another one of my favorites. This is musical!
always, you are love
Your poems always bring sweet memories to life, your words dance freely giving hugs to waiting hearts and spirits who yearn for beautiful melodies to ease their mind…outstanding poem Bobbie!
As much as writing is what I know, I’ve come to realize that words are only as tender as the heart. You are such an inspiration to me, Wendell. Your kindness among my greatest blessings.
Beautiful words and I loved “gently turning to the waltz of falling leaves.” Just lovely!
Thank you so, my dear Laura……… I’m so glad you like this. Ever love……