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becoming, bliss, cherokee, connection, destiny, dreams, fearless, forgiveness, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, nature, old maps, passion, postmark, restless, spirit, truth, wandering, wisdom
muddy prints
outside the door
the only proof of leaving
hands against the window -
share my truth
velvet combination
is wrapped in purple leaves
and crushed beneath
the rafters by a wing
a holly bush
of laurel press
two for one
transgression -
telling not of ways
the lustful vine
of magic given berth
beyond
the edge of never knowing
worries for a moment
almost gone
remembered not
the going
swept in midnight fires
strangers held
against the evening night
keepers of the canvas
watchers on the wood
nightbirds touch -
and there the morning binds
question me your questions
answer me your call -
cool as willing rests
beneath my feet
prying eyes
as fathers guard
the pathway (come alone)
sworn to them my secrets
never seen
. . .
tubulent emotions Bobbie.
This is really good writing.
Precious and breathless, poet…
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So very real and passionate…as beautiful as it is wonderful…if that makes any sense, you always deliver sweet works of art with your pen and your heart! Very moving…a real gem my beloved sister!