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by other names
my heart is worn –
by other loves
the same
tho not as one
that held the wren
above the darkest storm
with not the fire
a northern trust
to flame
were stars revealed
of wonder
curved against my breast
this racing drum
to still
in places
I am older yet
than e’er these stories know
as one to sail
beyond the night –
with every letting go
. . .
tornadoday 
I know my comments are redundant–but each time I read your poetry, I quietly gasp at the beauty of language.
Just as I quietly gasp when I read your lovely comments……… *blushing*
In complete agreement with Fig Tree Chance. Yes! I feel the same. Your poetry is seductive, lovely, and an entrance to mystical wisdom. You are divine!
Thank you, my sweet Millie………. Always, your friendship reminds me what love should be. I am blessed by you. ❤
Aaahhhhh !!! Tis a thing of beauty, darlin’ girl…, and full o’ yer charmin’ self…, both t’ be cherished. × ever x
Himself
………..;) thank you, Paul
Lovely poem buddy. Keep publishing. I read you.
Regards,
Swetank (from Being Bettr) 🙂
Thank you, Swetank. I must apologize for not responding sooner, but life often gets in the way of good intentions. Your kindness is refreshing to me. Thank you. ❤
❤ xXx ah, the art of letting go, for the heart to swell further…love you Bobbie.
As I have often said……..you lean in a little more, and just when you thought it impossible, your love has grown………and all you knew before seems so small in comparison……… Thank you, Jane. Every day, that which I hold for you becomes greater, sweeter………divine. ❤
So beautiful and gentle are your words, Bobbie. Just lovely…
Thank you, my sweet precious Laura………. Your joy is the language of the heart.