glimpses ~

22 Saturday Mar 2014

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we are fireflies
floating in mists of memory
caught in silence
kept with smiles
slight nods of the head
a tear misting the eye
lovers’ intimate knowing
and each of these short-lived wonders
teach us with sparkling glimpses
of truth from their tiny golden lights –
that darkness is a soft pillow
to slow our souls
from the overflow of sensations
as wonders to allow us breath
between the emotions –
and then marvel at each vision
a winking evening star
or a dew covered rose
born of our dreams

. . .

Treasures

22 Saturday Mar 2014

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I love this……….and surely the heart (and the explorer) it speaks to. Beautiful, dear Millie.

Sacred Journey

Whenever you look

into me

I can see you’ve found

the forest, oceans,

deserts, cities,

caves, rivers,

and mountains

trapped in a terrain of womanhood.

Although no one else

has noticed,

you search high and wide

each morning,

every night,

diving into the depth

of things you can’t understand

but want to learn to love

with such passion

that just being with me

makes you

the greatest explorer of all.

In my skin you find wonder;

in my eyes you find treasures;

and, in my heart you find home.

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reverie ~

20 Thursday Mar 2014

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Spring did arrive with April’s feathered touch
in yellow blossoms much too rich for Fall –
but waited again the burnt Summer sun,
and grieved not a moment for Winter’s pall.

In melodies written on Sparrow’s wing,
the deep blue umbrella held fast the rain –
so long that time had ceased to remember
the cool December from whence longing came.

What season left behind is ours to keep
another page of eternity sweet –
would linger still in our heart evermore,
as snowflakes melted the first Summer heat.

Were yesterday’s promise so far away –
but want for remembrance of Winter today.

. . .

spinning ~

19 Wednesday Mar 2014

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count these days an echo
of ancient lullabies
a passage
made much sweeter
by the night

pressed between
the shadows –
rolled beneath the sun
lifetimes passed
into the failing light

spare the stars
your grieving
else they stay aloft too long
curs’ed dark –
a lantern burning bright

write
for me a reason
this tender world to hold –
longing frees
the poet heart
to flight

. . .

of treasure ~

18 Tuesday Mar 2014

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at the end
to have even a stranger
hold his hand, close his eyes
fold his arms over his chest
and say a simple prayer
not to die alone

at the end
to catch the white light
without the weight of solitude
to dry her eyes, to calm her fear
to light a last candle together
not to die alone

at the end
to speak of my far away family
to dream aloud of angels
to believe life was worth it, leaving no trace
except a stranger remembering my voice
not to die alone

at the end
to have someone mourn
look fondly at a photograph
in an album or on the wall
a tombstone engraved with love
not to die alone

. . .

Author’s Note: A class discussion – If you could only have one thing.

unremembering ~

17 Monday Mar 2014

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was said
there’ll be another time
I wonder if that’s true
when I will find you waiting here
when I shall come to you
when I will read
and you will write
our words will spill the same
how many lives may pass as none
to wonder why we came

you feel it now
I know it’s real –
this longing in my soul
was made for words and words will come
how is that you know
I read it once (you taught me well)
how could that ever be
another time (of all we know)
a place of destiny
there are words
and there are words
that’s how I’m bound to you
as breath to breath
as earth to sun
I know this much is true
I’ll find you when
we touch
we love
we dream

I love that smile
it’s been a while
through times of disbelief
you knew me then
and now again –
the smell of burning leaves
would rivers know
the way to home –
will bring you back to me

. . .

love I couldn’t know ~

17 Monday Mar 2014

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Returned as swallows
to the dawn –
where once
a golden shaft of wheat,
before the day
another song.

I wonder
will it sound as sweet
as melodies
I played of you –
before you came
to make them real.

Symphony of rust and weed –
sunlight knew
how you would feel.

Take me home
(I beg you please) –
ashes weighted at your side.
Solitude
you keep so well –
another day
burned into night.
Was there I held you,
whispered soft
of love I couldn’t know
would take
and leave me wondering
reasons (why we came)
to go –
on the way to us
from somewhere
yet to be.

There I’ll know you still –
these winds
will carry me.

. . .

lives into life ~

15 Saturday Mar 2014

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in places began
from the coming back home
as distance created
a line between stars
where light was suspended
eternities true
as would wait for the sound
a pause between words
the still of
a kiss
remembered somehow
tho times they are different
lives into life
a crossing of seasons
names without verse
a taking of all
but a promise
to love

. . .

if tomorrow ~

14 Friday Mar 2014

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my love, let me become your ghost
a trust more discreet
than your shadow, let me follow you
over pathways deserted by human tears
o, to reach for this solitary happiness
let me grow old agelessly within the lifetime
of your images that steal at my breath every night
there, in your eyes the past spins, forever, hesitant
and in my undesired freedom I will sing
of mourning the borders of love’s embrace
if tomorrow
you stop loving me

. . .

2008

keepers of time ~

14 Friday Mar 2014

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a song
once carved
by Creator to wing
flew past
my window
the first day of spring

as clover
renewed to amethyst glow
was pushed
from my bed
by the melting
of snow

lacey
white clouds
took blue
by surprise
as wonder returned
from the land
of goodbyes

will heaven
be lessened
when compared unto this
as dogwoods are blushing
the sun’s tender kiss

our days
barely numbered
to these keepers of time
as falling
an angel –
gives bloom to the vine

. . .

author’s note – this dogwood
stands tall beside a creek not far from
where my parents live –
halfway to the place I grew up
she is taller than she
was then but just as wild
she knows my secrets
as I know hers
♡