these days ~

31 Thursday Dec 2020

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2020, heart, home, learning, life, loss, love, spirit, story, unremembered

I’ve lost track
and recollection
of where I left my keys –
and just last night
I realized I’d forgotten
how to dream
so much
we’ve forsaken
is remembered not the same
the winds are turning
but they still know
my name
I listen for the nightbirds –
so much sweeter than the news
reminding me of other times
and how it hurts to lose
everything I surely needed
like those keys
like my heart
like places we’ve forgotten
how to start

. . .

never changed ~

30 Wednesday Dec 2020

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dreams, easy, home, journey, life, locks, love, morning, seasons, story, time, trust, waiting since you left, welcome in

I’ve been waiting
out the winter –
for another sweet hello
as headlights press
the darkness like a ghost
there’s a map
inside my dresser –
silver lines against the blue
doesn’t matter
where we start
if I’m with you

my faith
is resurrected –
at the whisper of your name
a sigh of signs
and still my heart obeys
I can’t recall
the reasons
or how many roads
between
all I know is
all I need
to breathe again

the locks were never changed
to fit another
no plans for getting on
for getting by
don’t let the time it takes
be all that matters –

the sun still waits
all morning
for the night

. . .

far from this beginning ~

30 Wednesday Dec 2020

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familiar unfamiliar, hands, home, life, love, memory, time, truth, whispers from another shore

was a time
your hand took mine
and I was
welcomed home
familiar as that first
deep breath of life
you smile
and I remember
just how you loved me so
a kiss I memorized
ten thousand nights ago
so far from this
becoming –
a memory of then
another time beginning
the same sweet love
to know

. . .

weight of words ~

30 Wednesday Dec 2020

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always we begin, and still, belonging to none, grace, life, longing, love, poet, story, time, verse, writing

another sun
will I remember
the weight of words
beneath my bed –
empty pages
grieve the story
verses trapped inside
my head

passions rise
to ink stained fingers
memory met
with practiced hand –
seasons fill
my pen with longing
for life I’m want
to understand

truth is cleft
as will surrendered
stored to cold
my pillow waits –
another time
a chance for taking
as heart to hand
– this silence
aches

. . .

by a dream ~

23 Wednesday Dec 2020

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all I really know, flame, life, love, silence, sometimes, time, truth

but for moments
of surrender –
silence spun to word
hidden from the darkness
I remain
gathered as a moth
velvet wings aloft –
floated by a dream
into the flame

. . .

all that matters ~

17 Thursday Dec 2020

Posted by tornadoday in home, Poetry, spirituality, verse

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confession, dreams, lessons, life, love, memory, moments, sometimes, soul start, story, trade

til I am faded
into pitch –
the memory of touch
almost erased
with no one to remember
why it was
or what it meant
how deep the soul’s
surrender
to something deeper still
written to the places
love has been

I’ve made my peace
had my say
with verses
o’er the years –
tempted fate more times
than were confessed
borrowed
from the ledger
of tomorrows left to spare
gave my love at times
for something less

a name
almost forsaken
awakes from tired dreams
to warm against
the heart –
with all that matters
a silent recollection
of days
beyond our count
and nights
we waited long
the morning after

. . .

evening bell ~

09 Wednesday Dec 2020

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christmas, holy, life, love, nearer to heaven than the stars, sacred intimacy, silence, sometimes, spirit, time, truth, words

along the way
Christmas twinkles
in strings of red and green
starlight scattered
softly o’er the snow
and in the face
where once the moon
remembered why we came
angels tip their
golden wings
below

silence spills
o holy night
and I am lost for words
to ease the ache
I find in everything
days my heart has worried
are taken back again
by One who waits
the evening bell
to ring

. . .

more than days ~

07 Monday Dec 2020

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age, home, life, little words, love, memory, rest, seasons, truth

was Monday
unimagined –
to Saturdays before
stars aligned
to make for us a way
was never meant for keeping
a photograph to fade
a dream I had
relearning –
the curs’ed hands of fate

you smiled
and I remember
how everything was right
clocks were stopped
babies cried –
the universe went still
as words were tumbled
shaken by a kiss familiar so
would take of me
my memory –
far more than days
could fill

was Friday
and the stores were closed
leaves were falling down –
winter blew feathers
from the nest
as lives forgiven –
hope remained
this promise to redeem
were moments
come of Mondays –
different from the rest

. . .