velvet cheek pressing against me
pink lips sucking air
my body knows this
memory becomes language
speaking not words but sensations
primal swaying
songs of ancestors
tenderness blooms here
sweet milky breath
tiny fingers grasping shirt
seedling, daffodil drops, skyward
Mother Earth swells larger
willow trees dancing
petal skinned waters
paper cranes taking flight
you sigh
it becomes a smile
now a laugh
are you chasing winds?
riding swollen ocean waves?
smelling ancient ferns?
moonlight sings your name
sunshine whispers its secrets
lean into softness
stars remember everything
you will tell me someday
you will tell me
all of it
Bridgette Tales 
Beautiful!
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Thank you so much, Tim.
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so good, Bridgette!
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I’m happy you like it. Thank you!
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My pleasure!
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Beautiful
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Thank you.
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“are you chasing winds?”
This line grabs me, although I couldn’t say why. Lovely piece, Bridgette.
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I’m glad you liked it. I’m currently holding my sweet three month old goddaughter and thinking some of these same thoughts again. Rocking a baby is something I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of.
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“stars remember everything
you will tell me someday
you will tell me
all of it”!
So beautiful yellow flower.
Nice poem ✍️ you!
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I’m happy you enjoyed it. Thank you!
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Most welcome, Bridgette 😀
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Loving the imagery in this piece!
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I’m so glad! Thank you.
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This is really amazing, 🙂
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How kind! Thank you.
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gaia
the joy
ceres wept
but in her heart kept
hope til spring came again
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Such a lovely response. Thank you.
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you are caught in a recurring dream… 😳
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Whenever I rock a baby it’s as if I’m rocking all the babies I’ve ever held. It’s so transformative.
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😊❤️
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Bridgette, the line the stars remember everything is true for us all,every heartbeat is recorded and lingers in the atmosphere,like all our experiences in life,what has been before will happen all over again.Untill eventually Love takes our hand guiding us to the destiny we deserve
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What a beautiful comment! Thank you. Yes, you are so very right.
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Beautiful 😍
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Thank you!!
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Goodness, Bridgette, this is wonderful. If you thank & honour the Earth, I’m a friend. 🤗🙋♂️
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Thank you, Ashley! We must all honor and love Mother Earth.
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So good, Bridgette! Hope you’re doing well.
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Thank you! I am doing well and I hope you are as well.
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So beautiful, Bridgette!
❤
David
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Aww! Thank you, David.
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a lovely lyrical poem; I love ‘leaning into softness’ —
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Thank you! I’m glad you liked it.
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Bridgette!!! This is sssssoooo beautiful and so soft! I love how I felt reading this piece and how the words interacted with me. Incredible piece!
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You’ve made my day with this comment. Thank you so much for sharing how this poem felt to you.
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Thank you for writing and sharing it!
– Sir Charles
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So beautiful
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Thank you so much.
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Very nice
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Thanks!
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Outstanding ❤️🩹
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Thanks!
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Looking forward to reading more of your poems!
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I appreciate that. Thank you!
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Beautifully captured the essence of it.
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How kind. Thank you.
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I Love this!
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Thank you!
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Beautiful! ❤
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“Sweet milky breath” instantly takes me back 💞💞💞
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