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becoming, connection, destiny, faith, fearless, grace, kentucky, life, love, old maps, passion, reason, restless, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, value, woman
raptured
by the journey
resistance of before -
icy plains and parched
exteriors
weathered lines
wore me down -
bleach and blind
the same
more for every snowy
white december
breathless
consequences -
of justice we have naught
will leave them there
forgotten
by our kind
sometimes I’m
reminded of ashes
blown my way -
and destinies
now weaved into
my soul
. . .
I know you wrote that “snowy” line just to bug me !!! I liked the rest of it though, Bobbie. ~xo~ Paul
o, would I do that……….
*whistling innocently*. Surely never. Thank you, Paul. ~ Love, Bobbie
A very lovely image, which so hauntingly embraces your poem…there is a soothing touch from the deepness of your thoughts, which tenderly embrace a moment of peaceful bliss…where life stands still and you are free to scamper the hallways of your mind in total relaxation! Very nicely done!