18 Friday Jan 2019
Posted in Poetry, spirituality
Tags
clarity, goodbye is never gone, longing, love, relief, seasons, sometimes, time, what matters most
I’m not the one
you brag about
the open hand –
the heart
where once you lay
your weary head
emptied it of dreams
from knowing
everything and none
the weight of silent truths –
the sheets still warm
recall the sun
as I remember you
as yesterday
ten thousand more
the hooded blue of dusk
a thread to break
within the breeze –
as letters meant
for us
. . .
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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Loved your elegant love poem! A great poem, My Dear!! Bellissimo!!!
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I feel you, lovely Bobbie, in the birds as they wheel over the water. You are there in every breath of nature. ❤
Another that I passed and, in my haste didn’t ake time to feel the words between the lines and appreciate the feeling that they carry…………xo 🌹
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