there are pages
yet unpublished
inkstain of a kiss
times and days
remembered
unto this
breath where i
another taste
a night
not long ago
words became a whisper
i love so
poems writ to places
shadows sworn to fall
binding us to something
more
than e’er we may recall
fingers bent
to fingers
silence bears us still
beyond the reach of leaving –
the memory of will
. . .
❤
ever ❤
Love, heartbeats, stitches, weaving a quilt of lives into patterns rising under the sun …
a patchwork of all we’ve known………… I would add loved and lost, but know (in my blood) that we never lose love……… as we remain, so it
So loved Your opening lines! You have such a tender style. I love it! Thank you so much for visiting me. My words love visits and comments!
You still have that sweet ability to paint in the mind and on the heart with your words, Bobbie. ********************************xo
….and you still have the ability to touch me with your kindness
your poetry, always moving and unfolding so delicately towards the reader’s heart..love it so much..and the picture too*
When on sincerely and genuinely love is a selfless way…it never changes but grows deeper every day…because its imprint is lasting on the walls of ones heart and the memories in their mind. Always moved by your poetry!
And I be the way you gather my words to heart…
Beautiful❣ its lovely how open up slowly in ur poem.