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bliss, destiny, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, home, knowledge, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, reason, relationship, spirit, truth, understanding
31 Saturday Aug 2013
Posted a time for telling, Poetry
inTags
bliss, destiny, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, home, knowledge, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, reason, relationship, spirit, truth, understanding
30 Friday Aug 2013
Posted Poetry
inTags
becoming, cherokee, connection, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, life, living, love, memory, old maps, passion, reason, self, spirit, spirituality, truth, understanding, wandering
lonely wears
the dreamer down
one memory at a time –
skies above the barn
are burning grey
heaven writes
but once a week –
how is it
now I’ve gone
from where I stood
– another
willed away
lessons keep
the night awake –
learning us by fault
when memorized
the joys
one heart can bring
life resolves
to start anew –
in leaving not to go
time is stopped –
but that don’t mean
a thing
for moments
more than falling down
were getting up again
as strange
this want for living
sorrow sworn
for time’s constraint
I have not words –
no curse of tiny white
– reasons come
before the path
was worn
. . .
author’s note – the photo is of
the caney fork river following a period
of heavy rains – regardless
the time passing – as one
we remain
. . .
30 Friday Aug 2013
Posted Poetry
in30 Friday Aug 2013
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becoming, bliss, connection, dreams, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, restless, spirit, spirituality, understanding, wandering, wonder
for lack of words
longing fits
a favored pair
of mittens –
– essence born
of places I am known
for lack of faith
I swear I’ll do
whatever now is needed
– to run ahead
wherever time
is gone
were only this
the falling out –
and there
your need for talking
else silence
roll against me
in the dark
spirits shy
before the light
of evening on forever
words are lost
to wonder where
you are
. . .
29 Thursday Aug 2013
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becoming, bliss, connection, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, grace, love, memory, old maps, passion, reason, restless, southern, spirit, spirituality, truth, wandering
whiskey
warmed in jelly jars
recipe for passion
as round
these golden embers –
flame restored
came as light from
ancient skies
memorized my lines
and rocked away
the night
outside my door
bring to me
your verses –
letters never sent
maps to mark the ways
we swore to find
close your eyes
forgetting me
let us go – the wiser
eternity at fault
for seeking
rhyme
quiet has no place
to keep –
colors crease the dark
as whispers
take the shape
of falling stars
hid within your worry
pressed into your need –
stories leave
by windows
left ajar
. . .
29 Thursday Aug 2013
28 Wednesday Aug 2013
Posted Poetry, Storytelling
inTags
bliss, chess, connection, decided, ease, gravel roads, knowledge, life, living, memory, old maps, passion, restless, southern, understanding
cherry blossoms
all but gone
april sans the park
where showers came
of lilac
shady elm
thinkers
cursed
with dappled light
wrapped in cause
for worth
meditation traded
on a whim
of strategy
as plan devised
journeys
without master
of ancients slid across
and back
this way
grey and withered
someone once
was traveled from the city
with need for more –
a time
I couldn’t stay
benches cry
of hasty weight
of hours come to measure
a falling down
another getting up
awakened
elder wisdom
to sit upon the lawn
with those who’ve learned
to catch
the setting sun
. . .
28 Wednesday Aug 2013
Posted Poetry, Storytelling
inTags
connection, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, grace, knowledge, life, love, nature, old maps, passion, poetry, restless, spirit, truth, understanding, wandering
of other lives
the river knows –
more than deep
my longing
swirling fits of jasper
quartz and pearl
teach my heart a softer rhyme
who would know
I wonder –
how it is and where
the past unfurls
lay me down
your restless night
was here the moon awaited
a call to be
the same as me
– somewhere
mountains shift
their ancient skirts
much closer
now to taking –
dreams are casting shadows
– everywhere
. . .
27 Tuesday Aug 2013
Posted Poetry, Storytelling
inTags
becoming, bliss, connection, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, grace, knowledge, life, love, old maps, passion, reason, self, southern, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, value, woman, wonder
beauty sleeps
in borrowed clothes
crumpled in the corner
stirs awake as solace
passes by
the window
always open
stretches cross the dark
as silence
none can hear
but butterflies
wrestled
from the shadows
tempted not by fate
lest longing leave the door
of dreams released
pressed the heart
for answers –
tho who is left to know
of destinies –
where beauty wakes
asleep
. . .
26 Monday Aug 2013
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becoming, cherokee, connection, dreams, fearless, grace, knowledge, life, literature, love, memory, nature, passion, postmark, reason, restless, spirit, spirituality, truth, understanding, wandering, wonder
consequence
of faded troubles
evergreen against the black
listen long
no need pretending
was here we meant
for coming back
into this light
as one with darkness
take of all
but take my hand
walk with me
these paths of silence
close your eyes
to understand
were there rules
would care of living –
what of blue
this night defines
hereto words
the poet whispers
time is but a state of mind
love made less
with broken verses –
stories writ as ink to skin
tears foretold
of truths beginning
willing us to live
again
. . .
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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