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beyond this mortal stutter
beyond the reach
of night
beyond our thoughts
awaiting words to write
promise seeds a garden
of evermore and sage
verses swarm above
a willing page
quiet speaks
of always
and never makes a sound
wings are raised
– heaven
is come down
longing swells
the lover’s heart
wherever shadows fall –
poems penned
with not a word at all
. . .
Ohhh…how I love your words.
and oh how I love that you do……….. 🙂
sweet as ever
you are, my dear friend…………. always ❤
“poems penned
with not a word at all”…
I think this pretty much sums it up, Bobbie. Excellent ! xo
Me
such that our breath becomes a meter not repeated…………
As always, Wonderful poetry Bobbie-
Much Love, Cindy
Thank you, my sweet precious Cindy…………… ❤
Very nice piece. I really like the wording.
Thank you, my friend. ❤
very lovely
Thank you, Cnawan………. it is a grace to know my words have found you……
Your words always dance so magically to life…awesome poem Bobbie!
You always know the words to warm my heart, Wendell.
‘Promise seeds a garden’….and your words are magic rain my special friend. ❤ xXx
……..and fortunate they are to fall where you are……….. I love you, Jane. ❤