Monthly Archives: April 2018

the choice for everafter ~

11 Wednesday Apr 2018

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nearme

do you stutter
when surrender
finds its way
onto your tongue
is promise left to bleed
outside your door
when the choice
for everafter
makes a case for one more day
a longing sweet
as any
come before
do you dry your tears
while sorrow
makes a home inside your soul
do you lie awake
to wonder
over words
that you haunt you so
is there anything
remembered –
of the life you dared to dream
were your plans for love
forsaken
in your quest for all
it means

. . .

all I knew was dancing ~

05 Thursday Apr 2018

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daddy and me

how gracious time
with all her ways –
to spread a comfort o’er me
when nights
their darkness gathers
to my bed
I recall a time
ten thousand more
as breath when I was dying
hands around my hands
a kiss upon the head

dreams of somewhere
I was yours
for miles
the pathway beckoned
a springtime breeze
swirling blossoms round
til all I knew
was dancing –
two and back again
within your arms
high above
the ground

…

April 6th – Two years since my daddy passed. His real birthday. ❤

somewhere ~

04 Wednesday Apr 2018

Posted by in a time for telling, Poetry, spirituality, Storytelling

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manchesterspring2018

how weary I
the seasons pass –
a burst of blush removed
beneath a sky
of thunderbirds –
above a birth of stone
silence weighs against me
as echoes fill the space
was once my heart
now my roots
have reached beyond the moment
beyond the mountainside
an orchard blooms
somewhere
within my name

. . .

Photo: Spring in Tennessee 2018 by BW

between the dust and day ~

04 Wednesday Apr 2018

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inlove

I’m not afraid
of falling –
that’s never been my style
though often I have sensed a willing pull
into the great
of all unknown –
a mystery becoming
at once my flight
my death –
my open arms
filled with something
more than life
more that time and tease
a wealth I knew
do you recall the way
my breath was lost in moments there –
between the dust and day
between the will
of falling
unafraid

. . .

the last forever ~

03 Tuesday Apr 2018

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gracesreturned

it’s not the way
I’d meant to say –
the way I meant to leave you
was not the plan
you’d understand
if e’er you knew my faults
for staying here
for one more year
one more night of dreaming
of faraways
when another day
you’d wake to find me gone
with nothing sure
so insecure
was the line we crossed together
of rights made wrong
we strung along
beyond the last forever

. . .