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breath, conscious consciousness, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, kentucky, knowledge, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, reason, spirit, strength, understanding, value, wandering, wealth, wonder
red gardenia
painted lily –
fences grieve the leaving me
for somewhere
just beyond remember
essence nests
in mystery
without the thirst
as need for sorrows
were mine to suffer
mine to hold –
starlight casts a spell
of knowing
across the meadow
deep and cold
braided fates
and boots for walking
fragile yellow buds
abound
wrapped in sheets
the wing’eds envy
heaven
wears a cotton gown
. . .
tornadoday 
Many wonderful images. You never disappoint. Interesting how the formatting influences how one reads the poem. On Reader it’s prose unpunctuated. And then on different screens it probably comes out differently
I tend to shy away from punctuation….not sure why other than it somehow seems like a rule meant to define something that needs not be defined. 🙂 Thank you, my dear Stephen. ❤
Absolutely delightful. I feel every word.
Thank you, Millie……… More often than not, I’m quite certain our words feel the same.
What a beautiful visualization of destiny and purpose! I love it, Bobbie. (As I do all your other poetry, what’s not to like?)
Thank you, Nessa. Destiny is more about deciding when to fly than with falling. Love you………ever.
There is always a certain serenity that fills the soul when one embraces your words…nicely done Bobbie! Hugs!
Always only love………….. Thank you, my precious brother.