sky of mirrors ~

15 Tuesday Apr 2014

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she carried
every tear
outside her heart
a withering corsage
against her skin
held such deep conviction
ache to recognize
a name or two
– a lifetime
unforgot

a time before
this burden come –
to lay aside
the rest
would give of faith
a place within her bed

beneath
a sky of mirrors
windows burned with light
a faraway
brought nearer
by the pain

take charge
the tongue to harness –
a bitterness to chide
or shoes
– you’d never wear
their sorrows out

forgiveness
for the sake
of who you’ll be
when comes the dawn –
held within redemption
by her love

. . .

where petals fell ~

14 Monday Apr 2014

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between the lines
where petals fell
counted back from none
he loves me
loves me not –
or so the story goes

where once
the soul was wary
mercy came as time
from brokenness
– a sweeter blossom
grows

warmed beneath
the same ole sun
rocked upon the wind
sorrows burst
to bloom
beside the rose

presence
keeps a hallowed path
reminders mark
the way
were petals loosed
as questions –

now I know

. . .

hands to watch ~

11 Friday Apr 2014

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling, Storytelling

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how sweet
where springs immortal
some provision for the light
an extra sheet
with blankets down the hall
a book of story
read to me –
one night
when morning came
listening
was I
so sure to fall

in wonder unexpected
a corner
dusted bare –
else distance will
my soul to disappear
how many times
were hands
to watch –
a sweeping into day
love is left a promise
– silence I can
hear

. . .

glimmer ~

10 Thursday Apr 2014

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glimmer seeds
the weary soul
with promises of glory
places waiting name
the telling stalls

within the grace
of sorrow –
tears become a test
of ways we were
before the stars
we prayed

. . .

shudder ~

08 Tuesday Apr 2014

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so sure my soul
recalls your breath
tho how and when –
I shudder
forgotten here
where circumstance remains

when pulled into
your memory –
as light within
your light –
as vapor unremembered
by the flame

of moments held
so fragile
I dare not speak aloud
of where
the wonder slept –
between us
now

as strangers
to believing –
of another place we came
familiar once
as golden still
the sun

. . .

the way of stars ~

07 Monday Apr 2014

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when I have gone
the way of stars
across an ancient sky
slid between
the branches – whispering
a name
held sweet
by one or two –
a page already turned
who will know
of words
to understand

were never
meant
for rhyming –
decided by the night
woke me up
when dead the hours passed
relearning
every passion –
a time and place for all
for us
it seems of one
there never was

were ever
this unknowing
be given up again
or I –
a secret carried by the wind
to lands
beyond the call of feet
where cold
the floor is laid
ghosts are camped
in silence –
wondering

. . .

Reflected (in honour of Peaches Geldof)

07 Monday Apr 2014

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Words give us room to feel………

outside the season ~

06 Sunday Apr 2014

Posted by tornadoday in folklore, Poetry, Storytelling

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in the space
where reason rests
thistle guards the soul
as clover bursts
in lavender caress
wonder wills a morning song
of nightbirds to the wire
angels dare
to question
of sin so sweetly blessed

as scars endeared
by knowing
your kiss would taste
the same
where once before
vines were knotted ‘round
bloomed outside
the season
designated for release
prayer became a wing’ed sigh
as leaves were falling
down

. . .

again ~

04 Friday Apr 2014

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who waits
in sheets of darkness
a window to the south
to watch me rise
with sleepy eyes
the sun

melted to my knowing
as sorrows
to the blade
as morning dew
I fall to you
again

. . .

wishes and string ~

03 Thursday Apr 2014

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry, Rambling, verse

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started from nothing
wishes and string
were tied to my branches
and weaved
into light
a memory set
as a whisper to kiss
was carried somewhere
by the wind

cleave from these veins
a destiny lost
to long ago summers
a girl of nineteen
was dreamed into waking
one night by the stars
as love unremembered
to breathing
again