Friday, January 27, 2012

Last Call

Those words spoken
before ‘good bye’
lingered long…
stowaways

fed by morsels
of rewind, replay, remind
daily…
yearly, now

some things never change

except when
those words spoken
before ‘good bye’
are breathed upon the air
released from spirit to Spirit

carried away by winds
of change

patricia spreng

10 comments:

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    1. Thank you Ayala =) You have the most beautiful name!

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  2. Oh, I know what that's like. But you said it so well.

    Thank you for the memories you left at Lyla's blog. I remember meeting you, too. No, I'm not as sweet as I might look. Glad my honesty didn't make you run away screaming.

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  3. Oh. My. Lovely, Pat. Thank you so much.

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  4. Sigh. Heavy sigh.

    Beautiful, the way your heart comes through your few words strung just so. Thank you, Pat.

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  5. I started to quote my favorite parts. And then I realized I was quoting about every word.

    Softly beautiful this.

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  6. there are def words that need to be released so that they dont sit heavy upon the heart...really nice flow in this too pat...

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  7. So beautiful Pat, very precious memories.

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