big enough ~

31 Thursday Oct 2013

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becoming, connection, destiny, dreams, faith, family, grace, gravel roads, home, knowledge, life, love, love the only truth, memory, old maps, passion, reason, relationship, southern, spirit, spirituality, stories, strength, understanding, value, wonder

stories now
my daddy tells
of times before the better
took us by surprise
and shut our soul
of red clay paths
and old tin lines –
mary heaven
showed us
the ways to home
was not so far
to go

no ringing
of the latest news
no clamor to achieve
candles burned
beside
the feather bed
children wrapped
in babies
held as one to one
blessings come
– wherever
prayers were said

no looking back
or leaving long
another chance –
for nothing
would shake our faith
or move the least
to fall
dirty hands
so tender –
eyes caressed the light
dreams just big
enough –
to hold us all

. . .

close ~

31 Thursday Oct 2013

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bliss, breath, cherokee, dreams, fearless, grace, knowledge, life, love, passion, poetry, spirit, truth, understanding

in the soft embrace
where waking
we remember
how we dreamed –
and where the morning
held us
wrapped in love

. . .

illusion of rain ~

30 Wednesday Oct 2013

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choices, connection, dreams, fearless, forgiveness, grief, hearing clearly words unspoken, knowledge, life, loss, love, memory, old maps, passion, reason, relationship, restless, spirituality, trust, truth, understanding, unremembering

darker the page
this side of my bed
where sleeping
you move me away
from places
the moon
remembers at will
– as silent the sigh
of a dream
falling in

you must have been
surely not
more than this wanting
already the hands
have gone on
touching to numbers
we knew
would replace
the last with the first
a kiss more
to save

too many
to mention
of moments sustained
in the fold of a sheet
– an illusion of rain
could be
I was grieving
this loss long ago
when turned from my seeking
– to wonder you
home

making of story
one ending the same
as you spoke
to the dark
while counting
my stars

. . .

loosened by the grey ~

29 Tuesday Oct 2013

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becoming, bliss, breath, connection, death, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, life, love, old maps, passion, peace, poetry, reason, resurrection, sacred intimacy, shared remembrance, spirit, truth, understanding, wandering

for every life
another spent
– lessons
feathered soft
ancient buttons
loosened by the grey

to where
the just beginning
goes –
to start
without a name
from destinies –
a better plan
is made

for where
somewhere
we’ll find again
the window
through the wood
a lantern
glowing golden
welcome home

mysteries we squandered
by the journey
take us back –
a lifetime more
than e’er I’d pass
alone

ribbons lost
their way into
the oldest sycamore
– longing held
with seasons more
to write

of burdens left
upon the lawn
where’er the dream is gone
– dew is falling
shadows
on the night

. . .

faded gardenias ~

29 Tuesday Oct 2013

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becoming, connection, fearless, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, poetry, restless, spirit, spirituality, star crossed, understanding, wisdom, writing

light
wears the first breath
of word
for the poet
a moment unmeant
for the cleaving apart
smudges of carbon
blue and black cinder
stay our confusion –
of ashes
to hearth

in the want
for another –
some knowing unsaid
else silence
these blessings erase
with sorrows grown eager
turning us round –
forsaken for love
would hold us
always

where the next
is beginning –
the past grieving so
as the shutter
of spring –
a flight coming home
to resolve
what is missing
remembered somehow
as the taste of surrender
in words
long ago

. . .

reminders of kentucky ~

29 Tuesday Oct 2013

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connection, destiny, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, kentucky, knowledge, life, love, old maps, passion, postmark, reason, seeing in the dark, spirit, truth, understanding, wandering

might I wonder
even now –
to the ways
I might have been
tho far away
the evidence
of truth

reminders of kentucky
– red
above the pines
hurry me these lessons
to believe

you’d come again
to love me when
I wonder –
now I know
of words so few
remain as warm
my heart

where miles
and someone
understood –
ways beyond our way
across the creek
into an empty sky

leave
and I shall follow
in essence
known as thought
sense
to know –
the ways you’d find
me still

. . .

of soul ~

28 Monday Oct 2013

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becoming, choice, connection, defining, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, life, love, old maps, passion, postmark, reason, soul, spirit, treasure, truth, understanding, wandering, worth

dreams melt easy
into places of home
a box in the attic
of truths
holding still
as little green stamps
held to a page
would buy us the heavens
– a treasure of will

feathering
shadows to dance
up above
the ceiling takes life
of her own
ushering thought
into meaning returned
wrapped in a blanket
of old

strange
our repentance
our surrender to more
than a dollar made do
with the coming
to whole
to see without seeing
to know
all we keep
where value is kept
in the attic
of soul

. . .

one more yesterday ~

27 Sunday Oct 2013

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creation, faith, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, living, love, nature, oceans, passion, poetry, sacred intimacy, seeing in the dark, self, soul signature, spirit, spirituality, strength, tennessee, tides, truth, understanding, wisdom, wonder

where
the wind
a moment spoke
in breezes
to the ocean –
a time or two
when trusted you
to stay

whispers
wake me –
all the night
around me wraps
with wanting
for one more time
– one more
yesterday

to live within
this consequence –
sworn to breathless
morning –
sometimes
I feel your presence
moving there

wondering
of where the winds
and where –
the waves are singing
songs I once
remembered
everywhere

. . .

Author’s note: I love the ocean – and the mountains. When I am on the shore,
I can close my eyes, and there – the sound of leaves pushing one into another.
When among the trees, I close my eyes and hear waves upon the sand. The
songs are the same – love speaks a language all can understand.
A story told by evergreen writ upon the tides.

the only me I know ~

27 Sunday Oct 2013

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becoming, conscious consciousness, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, reason, spirit, travel, understanding, wisdom

there was a place
we were going
never knew from where
we came
our dreams were old
but dying meant
we’d never leave again –
we could take of these
and leave the rest behind

there was a spot
along the highway –
we stopped just yesterday
and counted miles
stones and stars –
the distance to today
never stayed for long
the holding on
was more than we
could take

was a breath before I caught it
pushed away

there were words
denied of meaning
thought denied a place –
wings the width of shoulders
held together
strings of grace

there were maps
to match –
and ways to clear
cedars filled with swallows
and blue –
the deepest blue
beyond the trees

never looked the same
when looking back
recalled another morning
when cotton floated
low above the fields

it seems that way
the way it was –
and I with love to squander
could have sworn I held your hand
and closed my eyes

eternity
was always more
than I could dare imagine –
when a moment stretched
to take of time –
the only me
I know

. . .

last on my pillow ~

27 Sunday Oct 2013

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becoming, death, faith, grace, gravel roads, intimacy, knowledge, life, love, memory, passion, reason, seasons, self, sense, spirit, spirituality, truth, understanding

settle me in
as seasons digress
and leaves
burn their way
into snow
reminded of iris
– the color of wings
and a time
passed before
I could know

what was truth
to rekindle
a flame nearly gone –
a song
almost faded
from word
skins are worn easy
as twilight to press
life into passing
unheard

trace
comprehension
of places between
the last on my pillow
– a time
disappeared
starlight is writ
to the back of my hand –
counting my way
back to here

. . .

tornadoday

~ …might I be found in words I leave behind

Monthly Archives: October 2013

big enough ~

close ~

illusion of rain ~

loosened by the grey ~

faded gardenias ~

reminders of kentucky ~

of soul ~

one more yesterday ~

the only me I know ~

last on my pillow ~