arms around the moon ~

15 Monday Jul 2013

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beyond the path
of once begun
what road shall take us home
tho weeds are grown
and wicks have burned away

will wing’eds
go before us
as twilight thru the trees
as secrets brushing soft
against the day

beyond the will
of knowing –
a place of quiet waits
within the glowing
restlessness
of night

magic wraps
her evergreen
arms around the moon
– wonder burns to love
a crimson light

beyond the veil
of questioning –
where presence is unknown
as one we are forever –
let us go

across and through
the wilderness –
to find the ways we loved
were come for us
and in our seeking –
home

. . .

clearly ~

15 Monday Jul 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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becoming, bliss, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, old maps, passion, reason, restless, spirit, truth, understanding, wandering, woman

were the waters
still
and clearly –
my symentry undone
stones once thrown
as ripples now
are come

reminding me
of faraways
and seasons I was able
to hold you
one last breath
beneath the wake

as winds
defy my mem’ry
storming now the gate
pushed against my door
to let you in

where lies
an everafter –
of moments
held in place
when swore our hearts to stay
beyond the reach

of destinies
– forgotten now
we write their will anew
rocks are thrown
– and still I hear
the sea

. . .

wait to blessings ~

14 Sunday Jul 2013

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becoming, faith, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, life, living, love, passion, prayer, reason, resurrection, spirituality, understanding, value

slow
the sure release
of night into the dawning
as breath
above the rim
of coffee black
as prayer
into the ethers
of another sunday after
as bibles wait to blessings
taken back

praises be
to one who knows
the best of us
is lacking –
forgiveness rarely come
without regret
the weight of words
remembered
as a bitterness to taste
haunts the soul
unwilling to forget

love
as I am hoping –
seals the broken streets above
curtains drawn
as proof of time’s retreat
garner us eternity –
of life beyond our own
where even now –
our name
is something
sweet

. . .

longer ~

14 Sunday Jul 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

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of graces
unforgotten –
how it felt to say
your name
to look into the eyes
where sunlight set
fragile me
becoming of another
I am not
wasted tears
are rivers all
but dry

tarry here
a moment more
than I remember asking
press against
these weathered window panes
breathe into my longing
tell me something
sweet –
as storms are passed
and I the night
shall fill

briar blooms
in shades of red –
bittersweet blackberry
pick me not
the purple –
lest I bruise
with memory of springtimes past
there you held me
longer –
bound as life eternal
to places I am
you

immaculate ~

14 Sunday Jul 2013

Posted by tornadoday in folklore, Poetry

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becoming, connection, destiny, divine feminine, faith, fearless, grace, immaculate heart, knowing, life, living, love, mary, passion, relationship, restless, soul signature, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, understanding, woman, wonder

she wakes
and I am waiting
the meaning of her sighs
as pink and yellow ribbons
to the wheat
washing now
in rivers – of divine
her mysteries
fill the soul
deciding
not to sleep

she loves
and I am willing
one more life
this one to save –
another time
for other loves
the same –
scarlet brush of passion
marks a morning sky
angels weep
with memory of night

she sees
and I am ever
as a child into her fold
pressed against the bosom
of her sin
carried as a baby would
let me lead –
I will
know as she is knowing
of the truth
she wakes
within

. . .

lessons in surrender ~

13 Saturday Jul 2013

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it seems
and yet I can’t be sure
my reasons for becoming –
the ways I’ve come
in shadows
of the sun

the rocky path
above the vale –
darkness gleaned
of silence
as trust I dared
remember
to the light

lessons
in surrender
tears and time
to wonder –
who am I to listen
– who to wait

blossoms burst
from dirty hands
as hearts somewhere
to whisper –
my name aloud
in places
I am found

. . .

(I thought) I knew ~

12 Friday Jul 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling, Storytelling, verse

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names have come
(more often)
to places
without none
dreams I never dreamed
would come (undone)
patchwork of the living
the coffee has grown cold –
as destinies (foretelling)
long ago

to wonder
(as I’m known to do)
where and when
and whether
the path was come
as (fated) – I to choose

the ways before
and all at once
familiar I am finding –
reflection
of a light
(I thought) I knew

here –
have you forgotten
the color of my eyes –
places (I am still)
I loved you so
long before the wondering
got the best of me
you were come –
(remembering
my soul)

. . .

rise me gently ~

12 Friday Jul 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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becoming, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, forgiveness, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, restless, self, spirit, spirituality, wandering, writing

secrets wear
the story long
and there my purpose known
as quiet moves
these sleepless bones
to write

sacred
as repentance held
lips still wet with prayer
as silence wraps
forgiveness ‘round
the night

as blush the morn
becoming new
a refuge to my soul
constellations
never were so bright

the sun
shall rise me gently
as wings above the flame
a tremor held in place
against the light

dreams
almost forgotten
are gathered on the lawn
longing wills my whisper
into flight

. . .

listen ~

11 Thursday Jul 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

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bliss, comfort, connection, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, grace, love, memory, nature, passion, restless, southern, spirit, spirituality, truth, wandering

longing walks
familiar paths
where once we loved
the same
smoke rings settle blue
beyond the spark
ravens fold
their flannel wings –
allegiance to the crush
shadows cleave
to grieving –
memories of dark

it seems so long
the taking back –
how many passed since then
were seasons come
and cold –
our only fear
lay with me
to listen now
a song you used to know
pressed into the melody
of drumming
once held near

. . .