a place beneath ~

26 Friday Jul 2013

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becoming, bliss, breath, connection, dreams, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, old maps, passion, relationship, restless, spirit, spirituality, truth, understanding, woman

would give myself
I don’t know how –
of direction left to go
forgiven me a lie I understood
the lessons made
of leaving –
words don’t taste the same
time has left me waiting
as it should

touch reserves
a place beneath
the places I’ve become –
something I can’t tell
the way it is
as much a part
as red run deep
as dark my sleep to fear
dreams are nothing I’m prepared
to miss

seems as though
the past recalls –
just a road I took from here
returning to a destiny
I knew
sweet the folded
almost map –
tucked inside my heart
roads are meant to find me
finding you

. . .

covenant ~

26 Friday Jul 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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allowing, becoming, death, destiny, dreams, fearless, forgiveness, grace, letting go, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, postmark, reason, relationship, spirit, spirituality, understanding, wandering

within the reborn
dust of earth –
within these gentle grasses
whispers hide
as secrets gathered all
life begins
anew I find –
most every day awakens
to take my breath
before the evening call

verses read
to soothe the soul –
while memory – her mother
lies awake the night
to hear us breathe
quiet as the covenant
was made
before this passing
prayers are lost
– and still to love
we cleave

. . .

dreaming of color ~

25 Thursday Jul 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling, Storytelling

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e’en now
I remember
a sliver of moon
tiny white shells
on the ground
poems were written
each night
as I lay
neath a cradle of stars
– a heart without sound

committing to memory
every fissure of light
as wings gave name to the wind
I began to tell stories
of how it might be
– the grief of a sailor
returned by the sea

in search
of the lost
some answer to find
tho weaved to a locket
his share
were happiness more
than a place
on the map
a long ago something
no one compares

how the pines
loved the river
for reasons unknown
boats rushed the current
to home

birthed into fortune
restless to wake
dreaming the color
of oceans unseen
quiet keeps silent
the pulling apart –
as shores shy away
from the green

. . .

Author’s Note: A little history. I awake more
than most in the midst of the night – holding to
words I can’t say. Launched from the bed
by the promise of page – I sit in the still –
telling stories by dark. Some call them rambling;
others, meant to be.

. . .

echoes down to rain ~

24 Wednesday Jul 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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bliss, breath, connection, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, love, memory, old maps, passion, poetry, relationship, restless, spirit, star crossed, understanding, wandering

touch me
without knowing
what will work
and what will lose –
moments without rush
to understand

the dreams of shared
illusion –
I turned
and you were there
standing with forever
in your hands

dare me love
and I won’t give
of memories – my soul
a morning after
never meant for much

the sweetest verse
became perfume
I wear most every day
reminders –
now reminding me
to love

sweat the night
the smallest sigh
will get me
every time –
were heaven falling
echoes down to rain –

last I knew
you’d find me here
the same
tho nothing easy
catch my smile –
as here I fall again

. . .

wish into word ~

24 Wednesday Jul 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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becoming, bliss, connection, destiny, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, life, living, love, memory, passion, poetry, postmark, reason, restless, understanding, wandering, wonder

here
and I listen
speak and so slowly
the dark pulls away from the night
a prisoner stirs
from secrets well kept
and leans her way
into light

forgiven
to being
forgotten allegiance
even now –
my whispers are heard
in places kept safe
by coming and going
– scattered as wish
into word

stay my communion
as one shade of summer
skylight confessions
I make
flush with the shadow
of all night returning
– will love find my arms
when thought
stirs awake

. . .

prophecy ~

23 Tuesday Jul 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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anniversary, becoming, bliss, celebration of love, connection, destiny, dreams, faith, family, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, memory, moments, passion, relationship, soul signature, spirit, truth, value, wonder, years

Was a moment
I remembered –
to know we were the same
as destined
I was come
to wear your name.

Safe within
this prophecy
of light His hand to write
– stories yet becoming
of our life.

Of lifetimes
not so many –
even now the past
so dear –
as where we were
when first
I held you near.

The first to keep –
these hands to know
of graces to remember.
Love –
that first sweet breath
of spring –
still lingers
on December.

~ ~

Author’s Note: Written for the grandparents
of a dear friend – celebrating 76 years together.
Happy forever, Charley and Lyz.

. . .

white ~

23 Tuesday Jul 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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becoming, bliss, connection, destiny, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, life, love, old maps, passion, postmark, relationship, restless, spirit, spirituality, strength, surrender, truth, understanding

lullabies seldom
we tether by word
just a feeling
of wanting
with not much to say
tiny white stitches
hold us
together –
feathers to fly us
away

will I
sometimes
be remembered
as spring
as blushing to laurel
the ways we became
in joyful surrender –
tell me again
of places you know
where stars
have no names

. . .

every might have been ~

22 Monday Jul 2013

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would e’er the truth be hidden
in hands I long to hold
or stories known
where ending –
love begins
swept along on destinies
found our way to home –
light is folded passion
to the skin

would e’er I choose
these aches to still –
to free this sacred vow
to gather now
with will to lose the same
as blossom without berries
blackbirds sweep the sun
winds resound –
but they don’t know
my name

would e’er there be
arms so wide
would hold eternity –
or count the times returning
for a kiss
would suffer
every might have been
for one more letting go
love is come from moments
sorely missed

. . .

laces thru the pines ~

22 Monday Jul 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

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becoming, bliss, cherokee, connection, dreams, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, life, living, love, old maps, passion, reason, resurrection, southern, spirit, spirituality, truth, understanding, wandering

had I known
of this returning –
when times before we loved
so unaware
of stars beyond my sleep
where dreams evaded dreaming
of worlds we left behind
counting threads
to more than cotton sheets

fragile rhyme
suspended
as laces thru the pines
whispers
lost to hearing – beckon me
with want for everafters
laid me down somewhere
nights I walk
with all that is
to be

. . .

remembered us to dreams ~

21 Sunday Jul 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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another spring, becoming, connection, death, dreams, grace, knowledge, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, reason, relationship, resurrection, spirit, spirituality, understanding, wandering, wonder

time has passed
but not for me –
the tower bell still rings
and roses blush
where once you walked
with me

of moments
not so many –
tho lifetimes now it seems
between the touch
of letting go
remembered us to
dreams

I can’t be sure
(I know you know)
I will live again –
for you
echoes fill the loving dawn
as lonely falls
the dew

Author’s Note: Written for two extraordinary women –
both who suffered losses a year ago today.
May you be blessed and may this day
be a celebration of life and love that found its way
to your door. May you live within the hope
for another spring.

. . .