14 Friday Nov 2014
Posted in Poetry
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becoming, breath, connection, destiny, family, grace, gravel roads, life, living, love, old maps, passion, postmark, southern, spirit, strength, value
pay no mind
to the weathered boards
paint replaced
by decay
steps worn down
as proof of a life
shutters
broken and gray
of places
I am
if ever was once
a memory
shining and new
windows undimmed
by the breaking apart
glisten with love
shining thru
. . .
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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Deeply souful…Bobbie!
Thank you, Wendell. I am ever made richer by your kindness. ❤
…and grandma’s house was old and worn
The walls needed paint
And the curtains were torn
But sure as a hand will fill a glove
This was a house that was filled with love….
These were the thoughts that came to me as I read what you wrote, Bobbie. Memories of a sprightly little woman with her gray hair pulled back into a bun, dictating life to her family with all the love that her heart could muster. Thanks for the memory. xo
Me
………such a tender place you have known, you return to, you have become…. Longing feels each sweet refrain of the heart……….
Could not find the link to ‘Understanding’, assuming it was re-titled to of places I am … Yes, we are not he worn carpets, the fingerprint smudged screen doors, the or old Chevy wagon with the broken seat springs. There is a light behind our eyes that everyone senses, but only a few truly see past the shadows on the wall …
Beautiful, I love this so much, I danced a slow sad but lovely heart dance as I read, it had melody! Simply great, I love you, Linda
Thank you, my sweet precious, Linda. I have missed you and love you so!
Actually, the problem was in the setting of an advance publishing date and time, Peter. But it is posted this morning. ❤
I could not put it better than Peter…I ❤ you Bobbie xXx
a knowing deeper than our knowing………… ❤
Oh my!! I so loved the opening stanza! Such an elegant and eloquent depiction or having lived and experienced life and the effects of time! Great seed of inspiration!! Thank you, thank you!! 😊😘💕🌹