was yesterday
I wrote of us
in swirls of purple ink
joined my name
more than once with yours
tethered hooks
to tame my lines
with hearts of indigo
vines a shade of violet
still I love
silver streams
between and just
circled with my soul –
evermore arrived
and all I knew
was destiny
a truth unknown
a path
from then returned
cursive touching
hands beneath
the page
. . .
How the vines of cursive words wrap around our souls … Loved the feel of color in these words
Some things only become real once given a place to remain……….
Rich soil in which to grow …
A sweet rhapsody!!!
Thank you, dearest Wendell. I hope that Atlanta sunshine is being kind to you!
Such a beautiful poem!
Thank you, my dearest Willow……… ❤
My pleasure!
Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Please read and enjoy the amazing poetry by a talented writer.
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Amazing poetry. Thank you.
Thank you, John. Your kindness intoxicates…….
You are welcome.
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Really like this, Bobbie…, beginning to end. There was a living warmth to it that speaks to the person behind the person. …………………..xo