gathered ~

23 Tuesday Oct 2012

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bliss, breath, cherokee, connection, dreams, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, love, memory, nature, old maps, passion, restless, spirit, strength, wandering, wisdom

in warmth
where the last of the sunlight
was gathered –
smothering snippets
lay fast by the door
and watched as permission
was given the rose –
fell as a shadow
of breath to the floor

as grace to seclusion
the running around –
as locks almost rusted in two
tasked as a hinge
fell away from the rest
and all that we held
by the passing into

retrieved
from our solace
as mittens and coats
wrapped velvet arms
through our own
choosing the path
so silent – our boots
when met with surrender
in moments alone

becoming to pass
as essence to wind
and breezes to swirl somewhere new
sunlight makes waste
of eternities planned –
as floors
without memory
of someone we knew

in the hush
before waking –
the sweetest of dreams
is spoken
as gold welcomes night –
names find a corner
for keeping our best
weaving a memory
of breath
into light

unsettled ~

23 Tuesday Oct 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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becoming, bliss, closer to home, dreams, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, kentucky, life, love, nature, old maps, passion, restless, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, wandering

soft as the sound
of secrets unsettled
pushed through the needles
(much thicker than most)
and sank as the road
turning from asphalt –
to gravel – to dust
into green

bent down by waiting
and pressed to the edges
memory swept to the river
like change from the bar
(ash from the smoker)
remnants of habit
circles made scarce

as light switched to flame
in passing my window –
and sat I too long
in the afternoon sun
still in this grace
of missing confessions
a warmth as familiar
as swords through the pines
held to the corners
another night’s quilt

planets take shape
in the wish of forever
was given us paths
uintended to show
of touching (so tender)
the light hardly noticed
were stories retracing
the lines of my soul

a pardon of needles
ten thousand much more
than the one of before
when we laid here the night –
forgotten to maps
our returning

as light streams
the forest with colors
to secret –
and rivers run closer
to home

…

no matter ~

23 Tuesday Oct 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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becoming, bliss, cherokee, connection, dreams, fearless, grace, life, love, nature, old maps, postmark, reason, restless, spirit, truth, wandering, wisdom

had the spring
succumb to winter
and held the dreamer near –
on the way
to our becoming more
than e’er a moment here

when passed into eternity
as one more breath
come I –
as rain where’er the ground is full
as whispers from the sky

of wondering
what words were kept
in stillness to your soul
would curse the choice returning –
this longing to console

of all and then
how much of will –
this mystery shall prove
and held beneath the silence
of a sigh

let summer melt
to steal our sleep –
with visions of tomorrow
as come the softest point of love –
when wonder sits
with sorrow

know
as I have known you
lest you put the truth away
or make of less in leaving –
the blessing of today

the lowly crest
of virgin song –
so sweet these morning stars
love remembers us
the same
no matter where
we are

…

golden pale ~

22 Monday Oct 2012

Posted by tornadoday in folklore, Poetry, Storytelling

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bliss, destiny, dreams, fearless, grace, gravel roads, life, love, old maps, passion, postmark, restless, southern, spirit, truth, value, wandering

of these ancient bones
and dirt poor roads –
paths denied me
leaving
were none to find
of left behind
awaiting to atone

as softly as a morning swoon
fingers to the curtains –
were lifted high the veil
of almost gone

speak to me of symentry
and places not forgotten –
leaning walls
and papers golden pale
spin for age the legend
of where we love forever
as distance I might come
to find you still

silver leaf
and poems started
now their jagged voice
betrayed –
light for me
the candle
was meant for kinder days
and where I was
unknowing – set me free

plant the seed
and crush the tiller –
seal the cross
with scarlet woes
mend the fence before I wander
back into –
the ways I know

. . .

falling ~

22 Monday Oct 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Awards, Poetry

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becoming, bliss, connection, fearless, forgiveness, friendship, grace, life, love, passion, poetry, reason, restless, strength, truth, understanding

Of those who’ve come to know me, you know that I struggle with the words. While some come easy, rarely do I find words that can express the depths of gratitude I feel when someone gives to me from their heart. Most often, I tend to brush it off, which I shouldn’t do. For in brushing it away, I’ve left at least one with the feeling that I didn’t care. That is far from the truth.

I care perhaps more than most can imagine. I care to the darkest recesses of my heart, the wildest river from my soul. I have lost many a night’s sleep over misunderstandings and moments of rejection. I feel and I love, and I am way past the point in my life where I feel any need at all to apologize for either.

And so, with the wish to receive and to pass along the light that is love, I accept these nominations (one from Wendell and one from Mira) with profound humility and appreciation for that which I have been given through their presence.

Ligo Circle of Appreciation

First things first. My undying gratitude to my dear friend, Wendell Brown, for reminding me not only of the truth that is love, but for periodically reminding me of who I am and the gifts I am tasked with sharing. For the gift of his friendship and strength, I am indebted. Thank you for nominating me for this lovely award, Wendell.

The yearly Ligo celebration happens every summer solstice in Latvia. At this time we adorn our heads with Ligos of flowers, oak leaves, grasses and plants (which, is SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO very like me). We join circles around bonfires and celebrate life, and our appreciation of each other.

Ligo Circle of Appreciation
For more information, click on
(ESENGA’S VOICE – Ligo Circle of Appreciation (http://esengasvoice.wordpress.com/2012/10/01/ligo-circle-appreciation/)

Here’s how it works:
*Complete this sentence about blogging: “A great blog is…”
*Refer back to the blogger who invited you
*Invite 2 bloggers to join the Ligo Circle of Appreciation on a post

Moving on –

A great blog is one that moves us to think, to feel, to know what we didn’t know before. A great blog moves us to give unselfishly of our gifts.

With that in mind, I invite the following to join this circle of Ligo. The hardest part of acceptance is figuring out which way to turn in passing the torch. But both of these writers offer me more than words – theirs is home in ways I find hard to put into word.

James – When I’m not sure of where to look, James always knows. His words point me the way in kindness and love, and in an understanding that it’s not always easy, but it’s always easy. Yes, I know and he knows. Visit James at – http://thewayhome.me/

Dee – It’s comforting to know there’s another much like yourself ~ someone who sees the same patterns in the leaves and feels love beyond the reach of normal wisdom. Dee personifies that which beauty aspires to be. Visit Dee at – http://liliessparrowsandgrass.com/

One Lovely Blog Award

Thanks to Mira Jay for passing this beautiful bouquet my way. Always, I see light in your words and peace in the gifts you share so freely. I know you and you know me……..for surely many roads have shared our name. Thank you, dear dear friend.

And since she and I are so much alike, I am taking queue from her and passing these nominees to your loving and capable hands, that you might find that which waits your heart to bloom.

Thank you again, Mira….. each day, I love you more.

– http://ladybluerose.wordpress.com – for strength
– http://knowthesphere.wordpress.com – for vision
– http://deanjbaker.wordpress.com – for passion
– http://pjb1943.wordpress.com – for understanding
– http://lindawillows.wordpress.com – for light
– http://dpbowman.wordpress.com – for laughter
– http://ordinarylifelessordinary.com – for magic

And because I will miss them – for Jane and Jeannie (for courage)

– http://janeannethorne.wordpress.com
– http://thewriternubbin.wordpress.com

~*~

“I have spent my life seeking all thats still unsung.
Bent my ear to hear the tune, and closed my eyes to see.
When there was no strings to play, you played to me”

favorite ~

22 Monday Oct 2012

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becoming, bliss, breath, connection, eternity, fearless, grace, gravel roads, life, love, moments, nature, passion, reason, spirit, truth, understanding

say my name
this one more time
the way you did that day
as shadows fell
and mixed with maple leaf

as echoes
just becoming
I would gather
from that place
and wonder more than why
the sunlight played

in prisms
of a rainbow
in tenderness (desire)
were memories I’d sworn
to never speak

of where to go
or will to keep
the notion of forever
a time no longer ours
no longer come

eternities
I’ve known a few –
but that one is my favorite
stretched to hold
a lifetime
more or less

remembered now
a moment
made from everything –
was given word
tho something more
unsaid

a shimmering
of sunlight –
reflection in your eyes
reminder of a place
I’d known before

say my name
this one more time
the way you did
that day

. . .

laurel ~

20 Saturday Oct 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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becoming, bliss, breath, cherokee, destiny, fearless, flannel, grace, life, love, mountain laurel, nature, old maps, passion, postmark, reason, southern, spirit, strength, understanding, wisdom

of fear
I have no memory –
but for passions i reserved
and truth i know
(as e’er i know)
something i can’t say

the sweetest bliss
is moments here –
the weather suits my skin
tho cold was never threatened
by delight

flannel suits
and velvet dogs –
to chase my chills away
something clear
to numb my yesterdays

crooked boards
to lean the porch –
squeak beneath the rain
where vines are twisted tight
against my tune

mountain laurel
let me go
as breath to fill my sail –
stars align to windows
of my soul

seaglass ~

19 Friday Oct 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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beauty, becoming, bliss, breath, dreams, fearless, grace, life, love, memory, oceans, passion, reason, restless, spirit, strength, travel, truth, understanding, wandering, wisdom

whene’er I walk
the sea at dawn –
and wonder to the waves
what sailor might have sailed
from here
with not a thought to save

as restless spills
and ripples wash
from me the past is gone
tossed upon
some distant shore
or glistened still with foam

for one alone
and waited me
the journey to defend –
a story almost written
we surely tell again

as breezes blown
across my face –
my dress of cotton lace
remembers still
another time
I came to know this place

before the day
where sunset burned
as brightly as today –
where twilight danced above
the tides
to sweep my breath away

as silence keeps
a softer name than e’er I dare
repeat –
forgotten as were
broken shells
left scattered at my feet

rise and fall
and rise again –
be swift my love to learn
of messages rewritten here
awaiting our return

across the way
across the map –
dark and deep and dear
sighs are falling
somewhere else –
to echoes living here

. . .

somehow ~

18 Thursday Oct 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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becoming, bliss, fearless, grace, gravel roads, life, living, love, memory, old maps, passion, reason, restless, truth, understanding, wandering, woman

long before
you knew my name –
I knew of you somehow
as fated brush
of ink to skin –
was love as love allowed
was all you were
and breath to me
ageless
endless
sweet

I can’t recall the one
I was
before you came
for me

. . .