30 Wednesday Aug 2017
Tags
bliss, breath, love, seasons, the first kiss, the last kiss, time, times between
how seldom this
the beautiful
from which I beg release
nights to nurse
the darkness
without shame
whispers
started long ago
secrets let me tell
about the boy –
I dare not speak his name
or suffer bliss
a moment more
than death will take
of me
warmth to ease
the restlessness between
our first kiss
and forever –
illusion of a sort
lessons –
lest I wonder still
what of all love means
. . .
29 Tuesday Aug 2017
Posted in Rambling
Once safely here, I was reminded of a snippet from Sunday’s message.
The speaker talked about perusing Facebook to look at all the pictures taken during last week’s eclipse. What he saw was something we all witnessed. Millions of people, without regard to politics, race, belief, gender or opinion – all doing one thing –
looking up………
Let us not be fooled into thinking we need a sign…..
Author’s Note: Photo taken from atop of our office parking garage during totality on Monday, August 21.
24 Thursday Aug 2017
23 Wednesday Aug 2017
Posted in a time for telling, home, Poetry
soul –
was I a reminder
of times beyond your reach
a story (stitched
from memory) –
echoes of release
words and verses
scattered
to places (without name)
a time when there
was nothing –
(and everything) the same
of lives
before our breathing
a souvenir (or two)
a journey made within
a dream –
(the only way
we knew)
. . .
Author’s Note: I’m not sure where this started, but was pleased with the result. Then, as I was looking for an image to accompany, I found this one – of the birds outside my daddy’s window more than a year ago. Of lives before our breathing, a souvenir (or two)…. ❤
23 Wednesday Aug 2017
Posted in Poetry
Tags
hold me still, life, love, ocean, remembrance, seasons, story, time, truth
days –
the sands
of almost past
are swept beneath
the shore
where walks we made
hand in hand
(the heart
can still recall)
the gentle pull
of oceans come –
as wind
from distant seas
silence fell
(as whispers) –
confessions
from the fall
. . .
23 Wednesday Aug 2017
Posted in Poetry
Tags
dreams, home, light, love, mystery, remembering, seeing in the dark, soul, time, truth
I dreamed of you
in the narrow field
of blossoms two to four
where lay we down
beneath a sky
of tangerine and wish
how warm your arms
within the cool
a hushed relief
awakened
as shivers pressed
around me
in the night
. . .
22 Tuesday Aug 2017
Tags
birth, death, destiny, goddess, grace, knowledge, light, love, sacred intimacy, shared soul, touch
forgive of life
the best of me
a sweeter sun returning
to fill the darkest
deepness –
with memory of burning
another path –
from ancient psalm
has found its way
to verse
becomes as one
death we dared embrace
when distance
spared us nothing
– a journey home
to grace
. . .
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