21 Tuesday Aug 2018
Posted in Poetry, spirituality
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beneath the fall, death, grieving, life, love, nature, promise, remembering, resurrection, surrender, trust, truth, understanding, unforgotten
from death
the heart is blinded
to loves
we loved before
a promise made one summer’s eve –
the vow of evermore
what memories
would grieving bear
the wrath of consequence
a moment unremembered –
when nothing else
makes sense
how much of this
was traded
for a kiss
beneath the fall
how much became of destiny
was ne’er a choice
at all
❤
20 Monday Aug 2018
Posted in Poetry, spirituality
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becoming, blessings, breath, conscious consciousness, gathered, home, inspired, learning, life, love, nature, spirit, truth
I am breath
against the branches
light across the green
ten thousand other mornings
save for thee
I am waves
upon the water –
tiny shells beneath your feet
warmth that keeps a memory
of home
I am the first you know
before your dreams
are slipped beyond your sleep
a sigh that bears the name
of destiny
I am the reason
you’ve forgotten –
as a nightbird
I will sing
of blues you only dreamed
remember me
. . .
17 Friday Aug 2018
Posted in Poetry
Tags
clay, home, journey, kiss, love, meditation, paths, silence, simple truths, writing in the dark
moonlight glows
ruby red
upon these paths of clay
a giant sleeps
beneath the coming day
dreams are without pardon –
a name upon my lips
reminds me of a lifetime
I surrendered
for a kiss
. . .
17 Friday Aug 2018
Posted in Poetry, spirituality, Storytelling
Tags
allowance, blessing, dreams, heaven here, life, love, nature, seeing in the dark, source, stars, trust, understanding
there are whispers
of remember
in the gentle tide of leaves –
a dancing of the trees
beneath an august night
as feathers sweeping skyward
on wings of sacred light
there are songs
and there are moments
from which our songs are weaved
– music held together
by the stars
lovers wrapped in make believe
waking with the dawn –
wishes born of loving
falling down
story still becoming
the vessel meant for dreams
verses where a forest grieves
with plans to get us back
into the heart
where love remains
the source of everything
. . .
16 Thursday Aug 2018
Posted in Poetry, spirituality, Storytelling
Tags
age, blessings, days between, dreams, home, life, love, moments, muse, seasons, story, time, writing
he thought i was an angel
the evidence of grace –
an evermore he daring
dreamed –
with ink to score
the page
he warned
of time and certain tears –
I pretended not to know
of days beyond the reach of us
a place too far
to go
he pressed to me
and I to him –
in curs’ed rite
of storied bliss
recalled another coming home
with vows of tenderness
. . .
13 Monday Aug 2018
Posted in Uncategorized
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alone, ee, life, love, moments, poem, rambling, seeing in the dark, separate, sometimes, sweet warmth, trust, truth, words
comfort settles
at the edge of the floor
just below the joint
where the wall would meet
it’s enough to make you crazy
suffocation (I’ve heard it called)
a fog spreading (honey)
to every splintered board
every missing nail
touching – loving
warming intoxication
sweeter comfort
could not be – than this
erasing every past
every damaged heart
every far away
you dreamed of
trading places with worlds
you might have died for
(did you not)
til all you know (is this)
nothing more could be recalled
not even the moment
it happened
(a mist beyond the glass)
ready to run
you turned into the light
as easy then
(o it isn’t anymore)
now you wait
unable to move beyond
hurts you gave into
(inviting)
fog still burns you breathing
ache that knows your name
clings to every piece
of you remembered
. . .
10 Friday Aug 2018
Posted in Uncategorized
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beginning again, death, dreams, faith, journey, life, love, remembered new, sleep, soul, time, trust, truth, voyage
when day returns to shadow
and dust –
resigns to dust
when words are sworn to silence
as treasure into rust
when the last goodbye
is spoken
in a language few will know
when vows are broken
as truth unfurling
at this quiet letting go
the soul decides
of stories cleft –
an ache for what has always been
when the name we wore
in living
becomes a whisper
on the wind
. . .
08 Wednesday Aug 2018
Posted in Poetry, spirituality, Storytelling
Tags
age, assurance, blessing, country, distance, forgiveness, gifts, home, in my bones, life, love, spirit, time, truth
lean against the longing
of one more moment here
a place to stay
without the need
for waiting –
the need for some forgiveness
(dare we ask again)
the want for home
(another me)
come in
lean against this promise –
made easy by the night
a candle glowing
ash upon the lawn
whene’er it comes
where’re it lays
(on sheets) the scent
of summer sun
the dawn will bring
assurance
of ten thousand yesterdays
we talked of this
returning
lest you find me
(just this way)
leaned against the kitchen sink
staring down the road
(forgotten every reason
not to stay)
. . .
03 Friday Aug 2018
Posted in Poetry, spirituality
Tags
emily, endearing faith, home, life, love, quiet, silence, solitude, sometimes, still, strength, time, truth, words
stilled was I
a moment longer
than e’er my tender soul could spare
than e’er my heart
undone by breaking –
could find anew the will to bear
eternities
began and stranded
within the want for one more day
within the swell
of breath surrendered –
as promise come from faraway
a name returned –
from silent keeping
defies the watch of space and time
where once a kiss –
another waiting
as evidence of faith divine
. . .
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