near ~

27 Monday Apr 2015

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assurance, faith, forgiveness, grace, kentucky, living, love, seeing in the dark, trust, value, writing

in the near
that is an empty page
I always find you there
resting as a word
I meant to find
smiles
I can’t help keeping
as darkness pulls around
tis you I seek
between each
fragile line

. . .

blue ~

27 Monday Apr 2015

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choice, faith, grace, home, love, nearer, seasons, smoke, sometimes, strength, unremembering, war

of wars
I’ve no memory
but the sweet smell
of smoke
and a distance
who knew
we were going
ready for battle
guilty regret
for the last we recall
letting go
when taps started
playing
who rose to dance
cleft from the heart
you were breaking
saved by the passage
of blue into light
safe from
remembering
war

. . .

payment for a kiss ~

24 Friday Apr 2015

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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blessings, bliss, connection, divine this, faith, gravel roads, home, life, living, love, sacred intimacy, seeing in the dark, story, value, writing

stay
that I might
give to you my story –
a page or two
as payment for a kiss
how long til
you’ve discovered
breathing born of rhyme
will beyond
these places we exist
a poem
oft repeated
just before the darkness stirs
in reverie
this wonder to reclaim
words –
where none are needed
linger yet
upon my lips –
sweetened by the memory
of your name

. . .

in my dreams ~

19 Sunday Apr 2015

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connection, home, love, truth

breathe
(and when the stars align)
I will find you
waiting
between the hour
I dreamed
to lie awake
folded into cotton sheets
(the ghost of evergreen)
wearing out
my very best perfume
(make of me
your always)
might you my hero be
given time
eternities as one
love
(and still) I wander
wrapped in yesterday
(you’ve become
quite famous
in my) dreams

became of love ~

18 Saturday Apr 2015

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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divine, faith, family, fearless, heaven here, here, home, life, love, memory, postmark, stars, truth

a softer constellation
than once was given place
when voice
became of light –
became of love
the ways of our returning
back to open arms
a home
the same
as once before
we dreamed

ceiling of cedar ~

17 Friday Apr 2015

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destiny, divine this, dreams, grace, gravel roads, home, love, memory, truth

light
through the rafters
a ceiling of cedar
and the soft gentle pull
of pine lullabies
the touch of you there
remembers me home
by the way
the wind whispers
of song
on your skin

. . .

returning me ~

17 Friday Apr 2015

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divine this, here, love, sacred intimacy, sometimes, still, touch, truth, value

how many lives
to find anew
the part of me was missing
a longing sweet
the heart could ne’er forget
this tender flame
your precious name
hands to fit with mine
returning me
a promise
the soul remembers
yet

. . .

hymnal of feathers ~

15 Wednesday Apr 2015

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

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beauty, blessings, breath, cherokee, connection, conscious consciousness, creation, hearing with the heart, home, knowing, nature, seeing in the dark, southern, touch, truth, unremembered, value, wisdom

will
and I wonder
to places unknown
forgotten the weeds –
my way back to home
a secret
unspoken
by lovers and thieves
echoed by crickets
knees
touching knees
a hymnal
of feathers
as light through the pines
souvenirs left by
the rain
where was I going
who waits the dawn
with promise
of heaven
to love me
again

Author’s Note: I love the woods and I love the shore. A couple of years back, while sitting on my porch, I closed my eyes and raised my face to the sun. But the breeze, he told me something more. In that moment, I noticed the song that is the fluttering of leaves. It is the same as the waves on the shore. I wonder who knew it first, but wonder not at the love that allowed them to share it.

how tender
these blessings of
sapphire and pearl
oceans singing
of leaves

. . .

of everything ~

14 Tuesday Apr 2015

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becoming, bliss, breath, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, home, knowing, living, longing, love, nearer, truth

he said
there’ll be another day
to wonder where you are
and just how far
from leaving me returned
when made your way
from here we stood
near and I your breath
a place between the living
you are missed
with rhyme
the same
as evermore
hurt beneath the heal
poems took my heart
to write them down

she said
but for a moment
eternity is proof
of all you said would be
before we were
counting steps
from yesterday
round and through my soul
one more pen
one more willing page
write my name
in cursive
letters fit with yours
lean into the silence
I’ve become
the memory of
everything
we thought we knew before

the memory
of everything
you love

. . .

another new beginning ~

13 Monday Apr 2015

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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beauty, becoming, beginning, bliss, connection, conscious consciousness, gravel roads, home, life, love, poetry, storytelling, touch, wandering

from another
new beginning us
remembered now
as one
were never more
but come as may
another we
begun
from stories
might some other tell
of nights
we dared not sleep
of mornings sweet
to lie awake
warmed by all
we keep

. . .