come before ~

10 Wednesday Jul 2013

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bliss, connection, destiny, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, life, love, old maps, passion, reason, restless, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, wandering

but for moments
left a lifetime –
markers linger
from the fall
whispered thunder
rolling canvas
– white the page
beneath the squall

living words
I have no language
but for taste – what tongue shall know
where I passed
(or where I lingered)
long before
my letting go

threads to bare
as guilded treasure –
write your name upon my heart
promise still of everafter
one more kiss
before we start

. . .

beloved ~

09 Tuesday Jul 2013

Posted by tornadoday in folklore, Poetry, verse

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bliss, cherokee, connection, destiny, grace, life, love, memory, nature, passion, poetry, reason, spirit, spirituality, truth, understanding, wandering, wonder

flush me with stone
to depths gently whispered
a polish too bright
to behold
as journey made over
and over anew
warmed by the rushing
as one with the cold

pour me to seasons
with no way returning
gathered as beating blue fins
neath a wave
with courage of something
much deeper
than telling
of destiny waiting to save

break to my bosom
steal me to wander
out past the reaches
of wishes –
the moon
to places of wilderness
heaven made holy –
by egret
otter
and loon

sail me
on slats
of maple and cedar
chart of my course
by the stars
departed from skies
foretold by our fathers –
to harness my will
from afar

sing me to home
with psalms of the river
blackbird and beetle
nature defends
a name by my going
is forged into memory
by ocean
myrtle
and wind

. . .

summer sense ~

08 Monday Jul 2013

Posted by tornadoday in folklore, Poetry, Rambling

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becoming, connection, destiny, dreams, fearless, grace, gravel roads, life, love, old maps, passion, poetry, postmark, restless, southern, spirit, spirituality, strength, wandering, wonder

eighteen miles
from where I first
gave to love
a name –
I lay my burdens
down here
by the fence
wrapped in yellow flowers
a favored cotton gown
was painted up the same
as summer sense

pushed apart
by two and fro –
‘tween the rusty briar
of captive wheat
to wishing fell away
took a chance
on leaving –
of every place we wanted
to lay us down
(to find us lost)
this way

silver morning
slppers –
such a simple treasure
of questions meant
for this –
for answers known
wrapped in yellow sheeting
kept us here much longer
than harvest moons
to carry –
winter home

. . .

without the ache ~

08 Monday Jul 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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becoming, breath, comfort, connection, destiny, dreams, fearless, forgiveness, God, grace, home, knowing, life, memory, nature, old maps, passion, postmark, reason, relationship, restless, spirit, strength, understanding, wandering

before
and still
the shadows come
to grace familiar light
as fragile once was fallen
from the sky

pled apart
for grieving –
one for me and naught
the twilight paled
as slumber questioned why

awake for me
the longing –
was left by touch divine
as sacred now the pleading
slip away

carry me
marry me
doubt me not tomorrow
another sun shall break
against the pain

willows lean
into the cause –
without the ache complaining
somewhere near are sparrows
turning home

tethered by a promise
almost
not forgotten
there shall be
my welcome back –
to find this way
alone

. . .

to feel this way ~

08 Monday Jul 2013

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becoming, bliss, connection, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, life, love, passion, poetry, spirit, spirituality, strength, understanding, wonder

when tomorrow
I’ve forgotten
– how it feels
to feel this way
a fleeting sweet reminder
shall remain –

when years
are let behind me
as sunrise to my birth
will I fear no more
to letting go –
with memory
of the first

I knew of love
(be brave my heart)
a moment held by grace
would e’er I come
to speak aloud
– of miracles
retraced

when held apart
by distances –
miles and seasons true
silence fell to words –
the best
of you

forever this
to breech the night –
another living come
in colors
I remember –
shining
every one

. . .

to the lines ~

07 Sunday Jul 2013

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becoming, bliss, connection, dreams, fearless, grace, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, poetry, relationship, restless, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, writing

still my sound
with ancient prose –
haiku of the heart
ease the want for needing
more than this
sieve my thoughts
to paper –
where now your name is writ
poems memorized
upon a kiss

wring my rhyme
from history –
for once you knew me well
two beats more
than then –
a sweeter song
kept my heart from beating
saved another breath –
margins wished away
before the dawn

score me to the lines
another meant to own
when found the pen
was waiting
for the page
swirled within the indigo
parchment of regret
hold me here –
your longing to assuage

. . .

Author’s Note – Inspired in part by the following post by a beautiful talented soul. Thank you, friend.
http://thesilentfingers.wordpress.com/2013/07/07/you-are-my-poem-2/comment-page-1/#comment-912