BRIDGED BY THE INVISIBLE

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(POEM FOR BARBARA)

We have walked on different paths,

And laid claim to different priorities.

Still, lingering in some of the same

Spots along the path to see the views

We caught glimpse of similar lookouts.

Sometimes, I was there in winter, while

You visited the spot summer or fall.

The scent of betrayals of our bodies

And along the borderlands of time

From those whose life stretched

To the breaking point of truth

Sheds stories–some we live with

And some we learn from.

There is in all of this

An invisible flight of wings

Touching the sky circling

And flying down to earth

To home again where we meet

On two sides of a bridge–

One recognizing the other

Bridged by the invisible.

Happy Belated Birthday

©Roseroberta

THE START OF A NEW DAY

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The first thing my open eyes set sail on– The plastic yellow pot of my aloe plant With a small slug inching its way. Removed and gone down the Whirlpool in the bathroom I wish it safe journey Through the … Continue reading

Metaphorical Writing for 5/2/2013

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Again the ice preceding snow hit early on my back wondering if it was in disfavor with the weather.  My back and I were not being favored, and I can still feel where it hit, as if waiting for me … Continue reading

Metaphorical Writing for 4/19/2013

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There is always a deep sense of peace in the light of snow.  The big tree outside of my window is covered, but the snow unsatisfied with how it had tricked my mind into the desire for the comfort of … Continue reading

Metaphorical Writing 4/18/2013

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One more grey day  flips up on the calendar page pontificating about snow with the prowess of a lion who, in my desire for green, has made me her prey, and the kaleidoscopic page smirks at my tribulations like a … Continue reading

Today’s Metaphor 2/22/2013

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Here is the snow talking to my heart about which way to drive, so we may still love each other.  Bundled in down feathers,  I treat cleaning  the car like building a snowman or digging out a cave from under … Continue reading