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they warned me once
of dying -
before my time was come
of children
without mothers -
polished stone
of storms
were passed
before my birth -
carved into my canyons
a story
not yet over
til I say
tis luxury
in heartache -
precious scars
worth bleeding for -
a blessing come
for writing
in the dark
I’ve buried want
for reason -
broke the bed
and cut my hair -
gave favor
to the love
that had no home
pages bending over
lest I read them more
and more -
forsaken by
their meaning
to pretend
summer sweat
and winter rye -
some may say they knew
of vows I took
repenting -
for lifetimes passed
too soon
they warned me once
of dying -
. . .
This is beautiful and sad all in one. Great writing.
Thank you so much, Deana. One of my favorite songs claims that love makes them both the same…… Thank you. ~ Much love, Bobbie
And yet, like a phoenix your heart rises repeatedly for the beauties of life that lie ahead…yet to be discovered! Wonderful poem and message!
Indeed, dearest Wendell ~ morning always comes. I’m reminded of a book I read recently about a little girl facing a heart transplant. She wasn’t worried at all, commenting to the doctor ‘either way, I’ll wake up with a new heart’. Always, a new tomorrow burns against this horizon…. Thank you, Wendell. ~ Much love, Bobbie
An artistic juxtapositioning of image with words: the sensuality of the image compelling the viewer to read and to re-read the poignant words. Thank you and keep them coming..
Thank you for your kindness, Russell…….for understanding that lies beyond words. Truly and much, Bobbie
Loved the poem.
I am so very glad you did. Thank you. ~ Much love, Bobbie
death is not the end
whatever will be shall be
we’re here but for a moment
and what comes after who knows?
what we hold, we must give meaning to
what we let go, we must understand
a step only shows so much
a thought expounds so little
haven’t you seen the dead rise from graves
didn’t you heart the awe all around
how they whispered
eyes wide open, minds closed
if we confess with our mouths
believe in our hearts
accept with utter devotion
the truth that pervades all matter
we will see the heavens open
rich fullness descending
…..I am reminded of a tombstone I passed years ago. ‘True love stories never end’. Thank you, dearest Vimal. ~ Ever love, Bobbie
that’s a nice line
I think so too……..
Just makes me grasp the magnitude of the beauty of being alive. Thank you, Bobbie, for these words, that brings to my heart the urgency to live life to the fullest. Love, Dee
……indeed while the opportunity is given us ……. I suppose it is another version of the parable of the talent. What we do with this day, it is our choice whether to waste or to live.