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Post by goldenmyst on Mar 30, 2022 19:55:38 GMT -6
Mending the Bluebird of Happiness
She mends the people of her life with her husband as her labor of romance or her case study in the healing power of love. She seeks to find out what can’t women weave? Her role in the universe is that of world mender. And so their journey begins with her warp, weft, and wow.
She is his seamstress of the night who sews dreams together in a tapestry of delight. She is his angel of the night who mends his frayed heart with looped knots of threaded love. She strings him together like a doll whose stuffing has come undone. And as the seams of his soul close once more her work is complete with his sealing.
The vines that bind their trellis as one come together as she is a bluebird whose song from the birdbath of her hips is the shared happiness of when silkworm strands unfurl from her spool.
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Post by QueenFoxy on Apr 5, 2022 11:24:50 GMT -6
Another very beautiful poem, John.
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Post by goldenmyst on Apr 5, 2022 11:28:23 GMT -6
Thanks so much, Foxy. Love your tag. The words speak to me of my late wife and my grandparents. They had that integrity that elevated them in my eyes and heart. Overjoyed you enjoyed my poem, my friend.
XoXoXo John
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