topaz ~

the spinner
of light
burns paisley to shadow
forward and back
as waltz into flame

the memory of heat
at the heart of surrender ~
a warning spilled soft
from yet silent
mouths

sonnets etched
in the rush to remember
black velvet coats
of royal recall

skirted the night
in search of another
saved from detection ~
where burning
we sailed

. . .

worn ~

15 Tuesday Jan 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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bliss, connection, death, destiny, fearless, grace, knowledge, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, understanding, value, wandering, wisdom

beyond
these distractions
of pillar and pause
easy financing
of all we could want –
will finds a way
in the silence for speaking

yet muffled the voice
of the heart

wrapped in confusion
experience worn –
each to its own time and place
fated regard of
temporal illusion –

were not for the seeing
we saw

wasted as time
stole away with the clock
woke but a moment
too late
counting possessions
from memory they were
and swore not to dreaming
again

lest something
be missing
was not on our list
how could forever be gone
when kept on the shelf
with things
we have not –

lifetimes forgotten
to live

lost in the leaving ~

15 Tuesday Jan 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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blessings in sorrow, close, connection, destiny, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, life, love, memory, reason, relationship, self, travel, truth, understanding, wandering, wisdom

a wave
through the window
as life pulled away
for moments
your hand on the glass

reasons I’ve yet
to remember the same
– lifetimes returning
too fast

to eyes out of focus
grace without fear
to know
as I know
what was waiting
me here

were you lost
in that leaving
or felled by the light
as the sun burned a scar
to the glass

questions
unanswered
by distances come
in a blink –
was eternity known
left as a warmth
on a still fragile day
reason –
much harder
to own

a gift
when hands
found truth
in the touching –
a wave reconciled
to the last

unsettled ~

14 Monday Jan 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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becoming, connection, destiny, dreams, fearless, forgiveness, grace, kentucky, knowledge, life, love, old maps, passion, reason, restless, spirit, star crossed, strength, truth, understanding, wandering, wisdom

of dying
I have but a faint
recollection
gathered in pieces
of living before
sometimes a flood
of almost not memories
of people and places
I’ve known
yet I don’t

exactly the moment
but there in my keeping
a moment unsettled
was yet to be dreamed
how is it I’ve passed
into newness
becoming
and kept of the leaving
some worries undone

a flaw in the story
was stumbled in finding
mornings of lifetimes
within the same sun
nights
as the moon
lay on my shoulder
stars – an illusion
I named every one

slowly but surely
threads to unravel –
knotted so many
the charms working free

from all
that we wondered
unchanged by the dying
are faraway traces
still living in me

shades of cedar ~

13 Sunday Jan 2013

Posted by tornadoday in folklore, Poetry, Storytelling

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acceptance, becoming, breath, conscious consciousness, destinies, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, living, love, morning, passion, relationship, silence, solitude, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, understanding, wisdom

were there storms before
we lasted –
and now the signs are gone
scars remain
but not with thought to loss
or changes due
their coming back
stories writ by time
sweetened now by tenderness
and truth

forgiven are the choices
were come the sake of love
would not I know
I’d make the same again
flush against the feeling
blossomed by the bliss
wishing long on stars
still hang the sky

lace is streamed
from evergreen
robins crowd the yard
where morning bread
was scattered from the porch
silhouette of winter shapes
the fences falling down
I sit awhile
wrapped in solitude

a quilted patch
called living
no pattern but of love
tiny hands once stitched
and cursed and made
destinies to warm me
more I’ve yet to see –
coffee cold
but still it makes me sing

where we were
we are the same –
as silence keeps the dawn
showers fall
and there the seeds
redeemed
quietly the sunlight stirs
life in shades of cedar –
witness to the waking
pulls the love
around

. . .

close ~

13 Sunday Jan 2013

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awareness, becoming, bliss, connection, death, destiny, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, key, life, love, old maps, passion, postmark, reason, relationship, restless, seeker, spirit, spirituality, truth, wisdom

of mysteries
unraveled –
hours into lives
leaving naught a sign
of where we were
rings into an aged oak
rails no longer sing –
winking now to sails
beyond the dark

evidence of faraway
sits in rust and briar –
almost gone
and who is left to tell
dusty roads
and no one else
knows the ways we came
to understand
truths another held

as pieces
of forever –
fold into the apron
stones are falling
someone let them in
doors to squeak
against the hinge
hold my hand
and sway

lunas tease the seeker
from the din

bittersweet
the ancient hymm
sang us once to death
as melody laid soft
upon the snow –
fleeting life
remembering the reasons
come again

close the night
and lets pretend
we know

softer rhyme ~

12 Saturday Jan 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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balance, becoming, bliss, breath, destiny, fearless, grace, gravel roads, life, love, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, self, soul signature, spirit, spirituality, strength, time, truth, understanding, wandering, writing

pages worn
our lines apart
rhyme eternal one ~
failing as the reader to resign
fingers fumble
ink becomes ~
a souvenir of will
verses bent us double
to begin

read to me
of where we wait
still in chapters bare
press into
these mysteries
of skin
vowels displaced by wonder –
breath where longing pools
margins far too wide
to keep us in

numbers resurrected
one more place to be –
were ever there
a crime of destinies
line by line
rhythm caught in places
never said –
mark the page
for keeping me –
held by love again