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whatever now
the thought has been
that I might die the winter -
and go to sleep
beneath the frigid wind
warmed below
an icy shawl -
tears would never melt
or blossoms see
their way again
to grow
of princes come
for me before -
and waited long this night
returning me a path
I’d never been
worn in places
some would say
they saw me fly one morning -
held within a stream
of northern lights
iris stands
two hundred strong -
naked in surrender
as dreaming
burst to life
another day
when words were fallen
easily -
as whispers to the dawn
withholding yet a place
to lay me down
. . .
It’s late, Bobbie, and I like what you wrote…, but I’m just too tired to get a handle on it. Good night, Lady Wordsmith. ~xo~ Paul
…….words give us all the time we need………thank you, dear Paul. ~ Love, Bobbie
Beautyful!!!
Thank you so very much. I am honored by your visit. ~ Love, Bobbie
so exotic and intense Bobbie!
Thank you, Soumyav. It delights me to know you have vision beyond the depth of words. Truly. ~ Love, Bobbie
Iris are my favorites!
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One of mine too………..I recall a bouquet from years ago of iris and daffodil…………absolutely breathtaking. Plus, it’s the Tennessee state flower…….so, there’s that!
Thank you, Eric. ~ Ever love, Bobbie
Your words touch me every time. Beautiful.
Lucky me, Deana. Thank you, my friend. ~ Love ever, Bobbie
wonderful way with words as always
Thank you, sweet Nathan. You humble me….. ~ Much love, Bobbie
anytime my friend, always a pleasure reading your words
Wordsworthian and grand
Thank you, Seb. As always, your presence delights me. ~ Ever, Bobbie
BTW……love the new look!
The image hauntingly sings of the deep longing in my heart for spring to come with all of it’s vibrancy, sometimes I feel just like laying down and letting my breath go, with a hope of spring’s forever embrace. The Iris is breathtakingly beautiful…makes me want to lie down in a field of them! Such a beautiful poem Bobbie, it does make one dream of days soon to appear! God bless!
Thank you, Wendell. Funny you say that. My other (almost) image for this was a woman lying in the wildflowers………….which is a favorite thing of mine. It won’t be long now, my friend. It won’t be long at all. ~ Love, Bobbie
Love the triumphant ending of the irises, melting away the icy shawl.