teller ~

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came the words
unwanted
for lives were not my own
and ears were pricked awake
by thunderstorms
lightning flashed
as dragonflies
were swept into the black
and somewhere
promise melted
to a sigh
with no one left to tell
just how the story started
of how it felt to know
the past was gone –
better now remembering
years forgiven years
jars of age old harvest
hands beneath the page
winter blows against
this house
and I am (soon) reminded
of lips that would not move
without my pen
awaiting now
another story starting
with ears to pry
yesterday to speak

passages ~

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am I to ever understand
the mysteries of love –
maps to trace
me backwards to your soul
amber light to shine along
the path before
beside –
walked I once the miles
to roll between
and counted every clover leaf
names for every tree
stone for stone
and step for step
the same

times forgotten
hardly seem to matter any more
or where the planets move
against my own
concern for more than this
this moment of the now –
the path is gone
but still I make my way
whenever twilight plays across
the way I leave tonight
I call into the darkness
do you hear

save for me the reasons
were waiting voice to say –
and I shall sing of lilies
where you fell

score the night with passages
line the woods
with wish –
carry me a box
returned to cedar by the creek
hands to hold
eternities before

now I lay me
down to dream again

already knew ~

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from silence
was delivered
one word above the still
please
and I would listen
for an answer to my will
something more
worth coming back
would wait in patient grace
for proof
someone had heard me
in worlds beyond this place

I must be loved
I must exist
as someone else had dreamed
was offered me
a message of redemption
thought unseen
a light to glow into the night
will cling to every bough
til none were left
but those without the fear
to wonder how –

shall love endure
when prophets sink
beneath the weight of truth
I can’t recall
the reason I was come –

rocked against a song
already knew

crazy moon ~

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I can’t be made
to be the one –
the one to make things better
Been working that
so long I can’t recall
a time before
of month old tears –
and nothing in my pocket
I wonder what it means
to see it all

to lives before
and I can’t do a thing
about those choices
– been nipping
at my heels
and I can’t pay
Unsure of my uncertainty
a balance to my breaking –
Gave my body to a preacher
just to take my sins
away

The land is hard
where weeds grow strong
and no one seems to notice –
got troubles of their own
they can’t see
Who am I to think
there must be
something here I’m missing –
the whole world thinks
I’m crazy – I must be

Though not the same
as anyone
much deeper than they bother –
how many times
been broken
just to have myself remade

Coming back
for taking back –
I search the sky for answers
Damn that yellow moon
so far from me –
spinning wheel
the wind to blow
orchards needing water
The creek’s been dry
for nigh on fifty years

Burn the barn
unlatch the screen
and throw away my apron –
don’t worry long
for stories I believe
There’s something here –
more than storms fortelling

Lord I need to feel
the arms of rain

where we were ~

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more of me
is just this much
a season born of wasting
waves where once
the colors scattered
sweetly to the day
were crushed beneath
our summer slippers
waltzing past
the meadow’s green
touch so fleeting –
who remembers
where we were
when we flew away

with ribbons ~

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spirits curse
to know the pain
beyond the silk of scars
no more these pangs
of innocence
of wishes raised to stars

a last request
for healing hands
would come as need to prayer
before the cross
(forgiven now)
when left our love
somewhere

as joy
restored from wandering
down this lonesome road (begin)
would cleave us to another
else we choose this way
again

to lace the night
with ribbons
else the poet wonder why
we dreamed
that we were angels lost
silver birds
against the sky

swimming ~

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I know this song
the sound of leaves
whispers fill the forest
I close my eyes
and hear the evening tide
a melody remembered
is played again at twilight
once given to the trees
when love befell the dreamer
notes of ash and walnut
were floated out to sea
I wonder do they miss
the shore
another place they sing

places we’ve become ~

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Whatever truth
I’ve come to know –
the promise (holding still)
though times before
I cried without remorse

forsaken then
the best of love
as pieces reconsidered
I’ve taken all
(I’ll take it one more time)
hope which is eternal
spends a many night with me
and hardly ever
tears without the smile

a ladder back
with room to share –
someday Sunday morning
across a page
sometimes (I see you there)
without the words
(forgiven)
the answers fell apart
and who was there
to tell us when to stop

were not for chance
the lover’s dance
spilled beyond the music
sit with me as daylight falls –
on places we’ve become

no need to grieve –
for leaving won’t be long

always now
the echoes ring –
as lanterns
frame the doorway
I won’t make room for sorrow
in my bed

for all the times
of holding on –
comes now another sunrise
forever waits the door
to let us in

Inspiring Blogger Award ~

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Let me start by saying that I am humbled by this award and by James’ kindness. Although I have been amazed at the support I’ve received since deciding to come here in March, James has impressed me not only with his words but with his grace. It’s a trait I admire and one not generally held by men (perhaps because they view it as a weakness). I believe it is a sign of strength, and anyone who spends some time with his words (his story) ~ The Way Home ~ will surely recognize it as such. Perhaps that is what endears him to me, that he has (as I have) suffered through the fire and come out ‘clean’ on the other side. Regardless, he is a gentleman and a formidable talent, and I am grateful for his presence and his belief in me.

Things about myself that you may not have learned from my blog.

1. I never give up. The rules apply to software glitches, Sudoku puzzles, and people.

2. The things I take the most pride in are the things I talk about the least.

3. My favorite movie is “It’s a Wonderful Life”. It isn’t just my favorite Christmas movie, but my favorite in general for it touches on the one thing we do not know – the affect we have on other lives just by being, just by loving.

4. I don’t like drama and so I tend not to share a lot about myself. The only exception is if it will help someone else to realize their own power.

5. I am 1/16 Cherokee Indian and go barefoot year round (except where it is deemed unacceptable behavior). 🙂

6. I’m an ‘evolved’ hippie, and try to live my life according to a few steadfast rules: (a) Never let a problem to solve become bigger than a person to love. (b) Where you are has nothing to do with who you are. (c) The worst thing to happen to you can be the best thing to happen to you. (d)This moment is my gift. (e) Be unafraid to live and unafraid to break rules that don’t make sense (the things that matter most – like love – are only made less when confined by rules).

7. I prefer the rural roads to the freeway. I love cantaloupe with pepper and drive (as a general rule) with one foot in the seat.

Pass this on to 7 other blogs you find inspiring and explain why.

Okay, this is difficult for me and part of the reason is that I don’t care much for rules that limit our ability to show grace, love or gratitude. But in the spirit of being a team-player, I will try.

Keep in mind that my choices are based on the things that inspire me, and sometimes that is more than words or use of grammar, but rather a feeling I experience when visiting any of these blogs and/or the people who share bits of themselves with us (me). Also, these are in no particular order (because love isn’t that way) so don’t ascribe any meaning to the comments or who’s first and who’s not. (REMEMBER: I hate rules.)

1. Sometimes inspiration is found in odd places. If for no other reason (although there are many, including his sense of humor and creativity), Dan inspires me with the shear amount of work he puts out every day (and I thought I was a little ‘over the top’). You can check-out Dan at ~ D.P. Bowman – Musings of  Poet.

2. Heartwinds by Linda Willows is a blog bursting with beauty, love and peace. Linda’s ability to marry image to words is phenomenal and her understanding of life and love keeps me coming back again and again.

3. I couldn’t even think of creating a list without including Wendell. While he may not realize it, his inspiration to me is in the form of his notes of encouragement, but I have read through the comments given to him and his in return, and know that his presence here is a ministry all its own. If you haven’t already, please visit him at Forever Poetic.

4. If you’re looking to be inspired, most often you seek out the person who is somehow managing what you are afraid to do. For that reason, I include Jane’s blog among those that move me ~ Jane Thorne Thoughts from a Writer & Medium. It takes amazing courage to follow your dreams, and even more to laugh at the mistakes you make in getting there.

5. Oh crap, I’m running out of numbers (time to break a rule). There are four women who inspire me with their postings, but even more by the beauty that I see within them. None are perfect and so they are! They inspire me because regardless what life hands them, they love. They are strong and amazing women, who surely have realized that their strength is their weakness and there is freedom in their flaws. Please visit Dee ~ Lililes Sparrows & Grass; Vanessa at Ordinary Life…Less Ordinary; Mary Rose at Lady Blue Rose’s Thoughts Into Words; and Jeannie at The Writernubbin. They are proof that truth is more than just words, and love more than you can hold in your hand.

6. Although maybe not inspiring in the ways we most often use that word, Dean inspires me to always be true to myself. Early on when I thought of leaving, he threw himself in front of the door, and every single day, his words inspire me with their mystery, intimacy, and wisdom. He’s a fabulous writer, and already a dear friend. Check-out Dean J Baker – Poetry & Prose Poems.

7. When it comes to inspiration, some writers have a way of expressing themselves that show us not only their talent, but their soul. Were it not for his light, I might not have ever found this place. If you’re looking for inspiration or answers that move you to question more, you’d be wise to visit Peter’s blog at Grandfather Sky.

Lastly, I wanted to say how extraordinary it is to find so many people who are searching for truth and a deep understanding of the unrestrained power of love.

Truly ~ my love,
Bobbie

reaching ~

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take from me
these soiled streams
these tired limbs (still reaching)
cleanse with me the river
that I love

breathe to my surrender –
light into my light
whenever tired
my crying eyes to see

beyond this place –
where I am whole
beyond what others worry
– am I to be made holy
by you(r hands)

from that which was
the best remains (by grace)
the truth remembers
as love to fill me
(this I know)

your soul –
as one (I am)