Monthly Archives: April 2012

but for thought ~

13 Friday Apr 2012

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from that which was
are we returned
so different for the knowing
of gravel roads
and time (we spent away)

resolved to dream
but for the thought –
(took so long to find us)
in the midst
of moving on –
a smile becomes

a slower start
to chart the day –
mere moments held aside
breath to raise another
from an empty
coffee cup

– or miles
(we can’t remember)
on the way to getting by
(and going on)
each day – a new
goodbye

from times before
returning as a blush
of noonday sun –
a love which stays
despite our care
in leaving us
behind

as I have loved ~

13 Friday Apr 2012

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Dare I not to love you
as if you were twilight or centipede,
daylight or prose.
Moments flicker few
and far between
as slumber into sleep  –
As jasper polished black
by worlds unknown
sparks to fly as evermore reclaimed.

Tis not for me to say aloud
as I loved you whole –
a secret stirred
between the heart and soul.

Dare I not repent my longing
to the eager page,
vacant but for lines I’ve worn away.
Awaiting this confession
of tomorrow’s loving winds –
scattered now
the seeds of yesterday.

Speak I not of passions spent –
I lived as love before
or worlds to come –
a past so few have seen.
I know you have.
and not for me to question why,
was not the first to come
and I to know.

Remembered as a promise
someone made to lie.
Dare I not to love as love defined –
the sea into a thimble,
breath into a briar –
strained  to strength
none have known – but I.

I love you still
for murmurs passed
beyond this crystal realm –
as wisps of forest carried to the sea.
A tender flower blossoms
in secrets of the veil –
forever comes in place of destiny.

As I have loved you,
love me here,
as fragrance seeks the breeze
where none shall know my suffering
but onyx,
shale and bee.

A long way back
without the strength to know –
of wisdoms
unashamed to speak –
winter finds his love
in sheets
of  sleet,
and snow …

rumblings ~

12 Thursday Apr 2012

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taunt me not
with whispers
music long since stilled
or move my soul to grieve
more than it does

for touch –
without forsaking
starlings black the trees
stirring in the places
once you loved

comfort me
with consequence
pushed onto the edges –
but leave me not
with bruises of despair

another day
of memories –
wrapped in sleeves of linen
tempt me not to hold them
more than this –
would taste your name
of autumn sage
yet ne’er its sound to soften
as days go by
(places you have been)

years have served me best
to soothe the longing
(is my soul)
though echoes come
as silent sighs
trapped beneath my skin

the same you know ~

12 Thursday Apr 2012

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I’m the one
you claim to know
yet never knew (for certain)
a mystery configured
to flesh
(the scent of pine).

A question never wanting
for an answer (who am I) –
the place where you become
and I am (real).

A place removed
from that you know –
half way across the field –
three rows of corn
and I the fourth (shall be).

Come
and I will show you
(stay) and you will see –
much more than (even) you
would dare conceive.
Far more than you would tell
else they brand you (as a fool) –
some glorified perversion
of the truth.

But I am more
than words can keep –
much more than rust and will –
a story long retold
(with disbelief).

Touch me now
and know of things
you cannot speak (aloud) –
for to give a voice to wonder
is a sin.

A luna moth
a red tailed hawk
a memory you’ve forsaken –
worlds to separate you
from the place (that holds your name).
Would take the form
of yellow wings
ablaze on lapis skies.

Turn your face into the light
and breathe (another morning).
Tis not so far to wander –
beyond the same
you know.

witness ~

11 Wednesday Apr 2012

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comfort grows
in golden rods
lazy winter wheat
barns to lean
til someone dares let go
quiet keeps a place
beyond the willows
a row along the turnaround
and no one needs
to know
you stayed for love
with not a thought to hurry
for what would be
and when would come again
sitting long into the night
a witness to each falling
when asked of these
you held them
every one

 

summons ~

11 Wednesday Apr 2012

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once again
and at that age
when poems came
were writ for none –
searched to cupboards
nearly bare
the river fell as harvest wore
pressed to meadows
dusty shelves
initials scratched
now worn away
came for me from places far
lighting branches
all the way

soft as skin
by silence cured
as lane to lane
my words removed
secrets scattered as before
and I to listen
from the grave
where lips are sealed
of every one

was not for me
the rhyme was learned
or for the prophet
come to seek
we are the last forgotten sands
came not for stone
their fire to keep
a lonely night without the past
pages whisper to the floor
voices rising from the dust
recall a bloom
I wore with lace

silver key
of leather charge
a house unnoticed by the wind
was not the book
I left behind
but somewhere else I meant to be
when at the age
I thought to leave
but knew not where
the path might go

who would miss me in the fall
who would love me
in the spring

winter socks ~

11 Wednesday Apr 2012

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look at me
what remains of love’s design….
morning splashed
mascara bleeds
in passions  left behind

look at me
dressed
in winter socks and lace
silver strands
a locket wove —
from souvenirs displaced

look at me
do these eyes a future tell
was yesterday
a price too much —

this looking back —
our hell

look at me
for a while —
let sorrows come
between the past
was yours — now mine —
were days denied
by none

look at me
when ivy steals your kiss
when lilac scents
a purple sky
will we find time
for this

look at me —
destiny — we proved again
mornings passed
into the sun

shall light my nights
’til then…

story so familiar ~

10 Tuesday Apr 2012

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As promise given
soul to soul –
as sunlight to the shadows –
would for the truth
I burst into a flame –
and leave my mark of cinder –
charcoal
memories etched –
How could I know
the rest of me
was you

Before the past
is ever passed
as futures to uncover –
a moment there
pretending not to be –
A breath in time
but I confess
forever stretched to fill it –
leaving thought
to keep the days
between

Eternity –
a place began
by whispers sworn to silence
Dare I speak
and hear your voice again.

Words can never garner
a story so familiar –
you close your eyes
and I resign to sleep

secrets ~

09 Monday Apr 2012

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change for me
the universe –
one color at a time
bring (to me)
the sunset in a jar
tell me
where the lines were meant
and where the yellow bleeds
as blue into an ocean
(of the sky)
a flaming brush
to raise a wing –
of meadows stitched together
before another dawn
(will disappear)
infuse the dark with the wonder –
secrets pink and grey
orchids where the stones
have worn apart
carry me
the breadth of night –
across (into) forever
leave me
where the truth grows wild
in sheets
of muscadine
 

communion ~

09 Monday Apr 2012

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Stillness speaks in words
I seldom hear…
candles burn – scented yesterday.
The sweetest night was past…
from places dear
another time – a place I might have stayed…
But silence knows the song I sing…
dancing barefoot in the dark,
waltzing past the moon while others doze –
closer to forever than the stars…

Was once confessed but met
with disbelief;
we’ve forgotten what it means to dream
caught in papers – there the evening news;
everything (and nothing) as it seems…
But I’ve discovered
hope in discontent,
moments found me lucid (eyelids closed)…
simple prayers I never spoke aloud
are whispered soft –
communion, no one knows…

from silver wings that flicker on the
lawn…
past the purple glow of Al Jabba,
I’ve met ten thousand more
that have no names…
history betrayed their moment’s mark…
But for the dreamer,
once had walked alone
another shining moment we forgot…
caught in memory
and written there…
time may have forsaken,
but we have not…

Between the ticks of ten and two,
all I am is come for me…
Twilight pulls the mortal world to bed,
and I pretend to let
the veil of slumber fall around…
were only I so willing to
be led…
Would pass between the shadows
cast by misery and want…
would rest and wake tomorrow —
nothing strange.

Complacency is petals wept
before the blackest swan;
hands are stopped –
eternity exchanged…

And there, across the table
a familiar face,
eyes are met with knowledge
of the truth…
Presence finds assurance
in the noonday sun…
Coincidence, a world denied the proof…
A fleeting smile, a knowing laugh,
secrets shared by strangers…
candles burn – scented yesterday.

The sweetest night was past…
from places dear
another time – a place I might have stayed…
silence knows the song I sing…
dancing barefoot in the dark,
waltzing past the moon while others doze,
closer to forever than the stars…

closer to forever than the stars…