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Monthly Archives: June 2016

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27 Monday Jun 2016

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry

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alzheimers, deeper than bones, healing, holding on, life, love, missing, nature, remembrance, safe, truth

Medicine-Woman-Seeking-Solitude-1915-courtesy-Library-of-Congress

You’d think by now
I’d remember…
what words were said (that day)
How many lives
could we have passed
were lost along the way…
I’ve wandered long,
the same back roads
were there before (but when)…
I’ve walked in fields (I know)
where once we loved
(when love began)…

I’ve watched another sky
we watched (was younger then by far)…
Before the whole world watched,
we knew the moon
(we knew the stars)…
Were moments we would lie
awake…(for just a moment more)…
would cling to every
shadow (we became…)

what promise I could make
(I’ve made before)….

For all I know of seasons passed
there’s others I believe…
I may not have the words,
but there is proof…
(I couldn’t leave)…

I have these hands…
you cried into…ten thousand
nights ago…
A world of songs (and I
would always listen)…
(the only) one to know…
between the melodies…
I yearned to hear the lullabye…
the same as mine…
I have the proof
(of reason)….
(here am I)…

Was evermore
I thought had passed…
…mere words (it seems) have not…

…you’d think by now
I’d remember….(this)
what my soul
has ne’er forgot…

Another moon…
another lifetime (pulled away)…
will then I search for
evidence…
these paths (I recognize)…
a somewhere (soon)
as words became..
the least of love (to prove)
will then I find (as I have now)
the truth…within
your eyes….

Author’s Note: I feel some sense of obligation to note the
inspiration for this piece. I visited with a family member recently
who suffers from Alzheimers. Although there are many whom
should be remembered, at times they are not. Yet, without exception,
and for reasons previously unclear, I am received with
a warm and genuine smile.

I do not believe that it is my physical presence that
causes such a response….rather, I believe it is a recognition
of love. I may live long past my dearest memories, but know
I will (always) recognize love….

for night to fall ~

21 Tuesday Jun 2016

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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endearing, faith, home, life, love, nature, story, together, truth, worth

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was e’er
the way made dearer
for times
we stepped aside
awaiting with the shadows
for night
to fall
becoming tears
leaves
and patterns
stars we
somewhere
wished upon
another life
reflecting love
as silver
on the pond –

. . .

trace ~

21 Tuesday Jun 2016

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry

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dawn, divine, eternity, home, life, light, love, memory, remembering, storytelling, touch, truth

Horse Corral Fence along Road with Roadside Flowers

were there words
I couldn’t find them
tho I searched the dark
til dawn –
as gentle tears were dried
upon the lawn

a place
beside your picture
as poetry
you knew
the way to tell a story
with my name

with hands to trace
each coming back –
a kiss
was reason clear
I felt my way
across the night
to here

. . .

the dream of evermore ~

16 Thursday Jun 2016

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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breath, falling, life, light, love, nature, seasons, truth

angelshere

in a swirl
of fading twilight
I’ve seen
the sparrows dance –
as music
lays beneath
the evergreens –
lullaby
devoid of line
is left of words unsaid
caught within
this sacred reverie
as circles
drawn to cedar –
proof of lifetimes gone
was there I dreamed
the dream of evermore
of swells
and realms –
and canyons
of time endeared
to none –
fingers
feathers –
flight
a moment stilled
within
the fading light

. . .

verses (were we) ~

14 Tuesday Jun 2016

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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angels, blessings, home, knowing, life, love, memories, nature, seasons, sometimes, the ways we came, time, truth

neartohome

we took turns
telling stories
(turns telling lies)
crossing our hearts
with another
sworn to believe
verses (were we)
left to remember
the name of a kiss
eternities spent
(on a moment)
one day
more than forever
less than was leaving
back o’er the path
we’d forgotten
(to miss)

we took turns
telling stories
(turns telling lies)
crossing our hearts
with another

. . .

grace returning ~

13 Monday Jun 2016

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry

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blessings, eternal, faith, grief, life, loss, love, sacred intimacy, spirit, truth, understanding, worth

measures

dare me not
these tears to carry
when all about are seas
ancient sands
to fill my worry
– bring me
to my knees
with gratitude
for love and losing
grief a many night
I’ve born –
the truth is more
than grace returning
a light
recalled –
to soothe the morn

. . .

long long agos ~

10 Friday Jun 2016

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

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dreams, eternity, home, life, love, moments, nature, surrender, time

begmetoshow

cedar
umbrellas
and a whisper at nine –
just as the pink
fades to grey
as dusk lays
her ancient white hands
to my dreams
secrets escape
to the dark
show me
to love you –
beg me recall
with words
I have none
but these lips
who speak within silence
of long –
long agos
of worlds we returned

remember

. . .

swimming in circles ~

09 Thursday Jun 2016

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry

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faith, habits, hope, learning, life, love, nature, seeing in the dark, truth, understanding, wisdom, worth

bebebe

This morning, as I arrived for work and exited my car, I heard something – an almost silent droning – like a distant lawn mower, but closer.

It was sweetly familiar and before I found the source, I knew already what I would find. In the bushes to the front of my car, I saw a discarded coffee cup sitting upright in the mulch, obviously left behind by landscapers.

Inside the cup, a bumblebee.

The cup was probably about ten inches tall, and I knew instinctively what would happen if I did nothing. The bumblebee would die in the cup. He would swarm and swarm in circles, the excessive flutter of his tiny wings echoing off the cardboard, filling the summer air with the sound of jet engines on idle. He would never think to look up. It’s their nature – to search frantically in circles for a way out where none exists.

To be honest, I used to think it was the same way with tiny birds trapped in my garage, until quite by accident, I discovered a perfect little nest inside the plastic armor that protected the garage door opener.

But back to the bumblebee. I was immediately reminded that sometimes we are the same way.  We can wear ourselves out looking for something (a way out) that doesn’t exist and never think to reach beyond our habits, beyond our preconceived notion of how things should work. It may just be a different way of frying cornbread or it could be in the way we look at love. Perhaps our clearest vision exists beyond the reach of our understanding.

“The world is full of magical things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.”

reach beyond
this dusty view
into the heart
of all I am –
where mountains
stretch
to meet the clouds
where wings
unspoken soar

NOTE: For those who might be wondering, I wouldn’t have been able to sleep if I hadn’t knocked the cup over. Some things are worth the risk of being stung (ahhh, and there another story)…….

. . .

sparkle ~

03 Friday Jun 2016

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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Tags

grace, home, life, love, memories, moments, nature, seasons, time, truth

justsome

how is it
becoming –
a memory true
as the near perfect shade
of chestnut
of root
the filter of lilacs
lavender
moss
as a dream
now surrendered –
tendered by loss
as another I held you
another I wept –
long past the edges
writ for me here
in scripted
assurance –
promise and vine
paths given way
to the margins of time
a keeper unseasoned
by love
at its best
purpose made sweet
by forgiveness
confessed
let me to know
of a place
not so far
as the essence
of lilac –
a night in the stars

. . .

the place where blood is tamed ~

01 Wednesday Jun 2016

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

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breath, dreams, home, leaning, learning, light, love, nearly always, rapture, reason, remembering, time, truth

beneathmythunder

I’ve heard it said
and felt it here –
beneath the place
where blood is tamed
red as crimson
– words are raised
to fill a different rhyme

I’ve known
without discussion
of somewhere else
I am –
an evening breeze
to move the trees –
a shimmer
through the pines

I’ve come this way
ten thousand walks –
lives before
this one alone
to stand beneath
a night of ancient stars

whispered names
I breathe again
while wishing –
once I knew

another day
is baked to clay
beneath these shoes
brand new

. . .

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