rescued ~

of wisdom
I’m unworthy –
were purpose writ for me
to walk these planks
so warm
beneath my toes
as winds to whisper softly
a curse of crooked boards
– to worlds
beyond my seeking
now I go

as breath
to almost always –
fingers worked around
– foundation to the temple
of my hands
stars are cast into the morn
where once forever stood –
light is come
my ways
to understand

forgotten to the map
begun –
one Sunday in the rain
swept her muddy secrets
from my soul
watched a blue horizon
melt into the deep
– I listened
as the tides
of heaven told

. . .

thru and thru ~

08 Thursday Aug 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling, verse

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beyond the ways
already known –
fates are curved just so
ashes bloomed
to gardens red
I knew
you’d find me here
forgotten by
each measure of regret
as verses meant to cut us
thru and thru

beyond the pond
where stillness lay
in wait for any reason
as ripples from this passing
love is spread
beyond the warmth
of memory –
I can’t believe you came
a golden glow
as destinies are wed

. . .

that holds my song ~

07 Wednesday Aug 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling, Storytelling

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for this touch
to trade
the evening news
a voice I swear I know
sits within
the meadow of my soul

reminding me
of seasons past
times I couldn’t stay
surviving
for another –
to remember me
this way

in sheets
of softest flannel
tiny yellow blooms
are wrapped against
the place
that holds my song
just beyond the distance
sparrows fill the trees –
where dreams are lost
to others
I belong

soft the swell
of silence
asleep beneath the bed
wherein the past
is tempt to keep me here
violins are playing –
as crickets cry amen
flannel wills the darkness
disappear

. . .

baby mine ~

07 Wednesday Aug 2013

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baby, beginnings, blessings, bliss, destiny, dreams, family, life, love, passion, reason, truth

for years before
and moments since
your name upon my lips
were nights
I couldn’t sleep –
you were my dream
remembered
as a part of me
once set apart to fly
wing’ed soul
returning as my own
from this
forever stirs within
the memory of hope –
given me your love
as destiny

. . .

~ for Emily & Phillip
Congratulations

eternities between ~

06 Tuesday Aug 2013

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were truth
by time rewritten
to know my soul by name
weary came a prophet
to declare
the gifts of right
and righteousness –
eternity shall keep
lest paths we walked
by faith
be never shared

who shall fall
to find me –
sins I wore again
are faded as the golden
winter wheat
who shall dare
receive of these –
arms are opened wide
allowing of a song
no longer sweet

of almost there
another tune –
are lines forgotten still
the way made long
tho who can say for sure
what of this
for waiting –
was worth the turning back
into the known
unknowing to endure

. . .

heaven here ~

06 Tuesday Aug 2013

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becoming, bliss, connection, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, living, love, old maps, passion, reason, soul signature, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, understanding, wandering, wisdom, wonder

moments crowd
a gentle dawn –
tis there the promise sleeps
camped beneath
exalted arms of green
songs are lifted tender
of one more time we knew
of heaven here –
lifetimes pressed
between

however sweet
the knowing comes
in tiny purple petals
as blooms
the same as stars
our light returned
beauty swims in mystery
of longing never settled –
dreams are falling
somewhere still
we yearn

. . .

listening ~

05 Monday Aug 2013

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breath, connection, destiny, fearless, grace, gravel roads, inspired, knowing, life, love, old maps, passion, path, postmark, reason, restless, spirit, strength, understanding, wandering

what way
the right becoming –
which wander I
to home
would seek the path
another walked
alone

forsaken not
persuasion –
to go as one be led
I’ll take you there
some other way
– instead

along the trust
we reached beyond
moments held between
whispers tangled
(listening)
in boughs of
evergreen

. . .

this way ~

05 Monday Aug 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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becoming, bliss, breath, connection, destiny, fearless, forgiveness, grace, life, love, passion, poetry, postmark, reason, relationship, restless, soul signature, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, understanding, wandering, writing

stay the night
unburdened
by where has gone
the day –
as pieces of our past
are put away

into the realm
of all I am –
what more
we might become
the ways to home
and I
your only one

as stilled
before the waking
to heaven one more time
the light has shifted
now –
as one divine

was come for me
and waited more than breath
the years have left
– to find the key
where’er the lock
be kept

forsaken not
the telling –
were love to reason why
words have lost
their meaning
– as have I

daylight beams
in silent streams
across the place we lay
as I remember
once before –
forgetting you
this way

. . .

beyond this set ~

04 Sunday Aug 2013

Posted by tornadoday in folklore, Poetry

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becoming, bliss, destiny, faith, fearless, grace, life, love, memory, passion, reason, southern, spirit, spirituality, strength, understanding

dare me live
within this hope
of others – none as I
to keep your needs
unlock your cellar doors
as harnessed
by a memory –
became the only one
beyond this setting
shadow –
of loves we knew
before

as written by
the willing rush
of sun into the sea
as scarlet flame
immersed in sudden blue
time denied the keeper
stay with me
the now –
and I shall bring
forever home
to you

. . .