dreams we know by heart ~

12 Tuesday Feb 2013

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bliss, connection, conscious consciousness, death, destiny, dreams, faith, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, life, living, love, passion, postmark, reason, restless, southern, spirit, spirituality, truth, understanding, wandering, wisdom

beyond the reach
of wisdom –
longing makes a plan
and scratches there
our name
in blocks of time
given more
than giving back
letting go
to let
choice before the choosing
comes again

beneath the want
of wandering –
are dreams we know by heart
echoes of a once
familiar song –
played on silken chords
ringing without sound –
when wished upon a moon
we couldn’t see

before and since
of all we are –
reversing now the tides
are tears –
we thought were washing
us away
come the sigh
we breathed into –
matching with our own
blessings pass
unnoticed
to our light

. . .

porcelain slivers ~

11 Monday Feb 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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connection, fearless, grace, life, living, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, restless, signs, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, wisdom

were ever you broken
how else could you know
the pattern reserved
for a now shattered cup
of vines caressing
the fragile gilt edge
– were wishing for more
than a thimble

tipped beyond
reasonable
longing to stay
when scattered as dust
to the boards
porcelain slivers
grieve now the stain
was left of a kiss
by the fall

. . .

fields of yesterday ~

10 Sunday Feb 2013

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becoming, cherokee, death, faith, family, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, immortality, life, love, nature, old maps, passion, reason, restless, soul signature, spirit, spirituality, truth, understanding, wandering, wisdom

stood beyond
the blanket
of blistered buttercups
grasses green
the sweeping wheat
of song

passions
I could ne’ver confess
swirl to aching verse
leaned into the hunger
of the wind

seasons gone
five hundred years
names are written over
as sides have taken
comfort
in the loss

of choices
made – the past is gone
tho none can say for sure –
what of love
was written to endure

immortal still
the essence left
of places where we lay
– as whispers to awaken

in fields
of yesterday

. . .

remains ~

10 Sunday Feb 2013

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becoming, blessings, bliss, destiny, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, life, living, love, old maps, passion, reason, relationship, soul signature, spirit, spirituality, sweet sorrow, truth, understanding, value, wisdom, woman

of then
another came
and I was loved
before I knew
the road ahead –
would curve into the wonder
of the blue

of ways
I never noticed
where my sorrow would
remain –
wrapped in linen
joys –
every sweet release
of pain

of life
the willing servant
comes the only path
to keep
witness to the loss
was found a place
within my deep

of choice
the answer always
comes – would love
and die for this
reminded of the scars
but more
the bliss

of then
I have such reasons
to touch – to live
to grow
within this perfect
presence –
another I shall
know

. . .

surface ~

10 Sunday Feb 2013

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bliss, connection, dreams, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gratitude, life, love, passion, poetry, restless, spirit, submission, understanding, value, wandering, wonder

as one
within the quiet
a dream I can’t retire
like still the
peacock pillows
puddle orange light
as years beyond
the telling –
of every
almost story

blue veins weave
my mystery
slid beneath my surface
as golden rivers
melt the willing ice
remembered me
another sun –
beyond the leaving time
held within the passions
of the deep

fail me with
the memories
and wait the lights
to fade –
as secrets scatter
broken to the glass
come the grace
of morning –
as praise for nights between
will find me here
wondering why
it is

fingers warm
the spindle –
of an ag’ed spinning wheel
crimson threads
burn through these realms
of steel

. . .

the whole of one ~

09 Saturday Feb 2013

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bliss, connection, divine, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, life, love, nature, passion, reason, relationship, restless, spirit, spirituality, truth, understanding, wandering, wisdom, wonder

loose the leaf
that has not love
would scorn the bitter ivy
to thrive within
the autumn wind’s distress
take of hands
the soft heart
feathers
round the damaged soul
when mattered once –
the whole of one
to love

bless the wrongs
of suffered right –
wisdom surely come
to claim
the lowly wanderer again
bear the wings
of angels –
to fly our spirits home
forgotten now the leaving
to atone

dry the tears
and heal the hurt –
bloom these gardens new
with flowers
of remembrance to our name –
sprouted from our sorrows
nurtured by our sins
forgiven us the weeds
that right
our stone

. . .

one heart ~

08 Friday Feb 2013

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becoming, connection, conscious consciousness, death, destiny, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, reason, restless, soul, soul signature, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, understanding, wisdom

had I known you here
some other day –
for lives so
different now
for the tangled up
and pulled apart –
of graces we allowed

had I known of love
would choose the same
to cross
into your night
as a verse
recited silent
wing’ed to your light

had I known the way
would bring us home –
as dreams
this time foretold
would love you still
for sorrows felt –
one heart
one hand to hold

had I known you
as I know you
with time and space
to be
forever
we are loving this
– an unknown
destiny

. . .

together now ~

08 Friday Feb 2013

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becoming, bliss, connection, faith, fearless, grace, life, living, love, memory, old maps, passion, postmark, relationship, restless, soul signature, spirit, star crossed, truth, understanding, wandering, wisdom

as dark
the ways to wander
and worried there alone
of where the gods were leading
(let them lead)
casting deep
our tattered nets
into this sweet divide
made between this world
and those beyond

fragile
as the ancient loop
barely seen at all –
tho stretched to hold
of all together now
as one to understanding
let now the strings be loosed –
as each was sworn
another time
to be

. . .

new england roses ~

08 Friday Feb 2013

Posted by tornadoday in perfect country song, Poetry

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connection, destiny, fearless, forgiveness, fun, gravel roads, kentucky, life, living, love, memory, old maps, passion, postmark, reason, restless, southern, spirit, travel, truth, wandering, wisdom

down from the city
what a pleasant surprise
to find you at home
on my porch –
drinking the last cup of coffee
I wonder
what comforts you now
the same as before

wishing you back
and chewing on pride –
leaning to moments
forgotten to miss
I’ll do your laundry
and know of your eggs –
how you like them
I don’t
but I keep them
for this

soap
the color
of new england roses –
sweaters and denim
have softened with age
habits have
taken me
longer for letting
go of the pieces –
a half written page

sealed to a life
I can barely remember
was a time
before –
I was me
spinning in circles
drunken illusion
of where – and of when
we were going
to be

pardon the mess
had I known you were coming –
might have baked you
a cake –

or burned the house down

. . .

storyful wonder ~

07 Thursday Feb 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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becoming, belonging, bliss, fearless, grace, knowledge, life, living, love, nature, passion, reason, restless, soul signature, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, wisdom, woman, wonder

carve to my cup
hand painted finches
and mid-evil strings
of haiku
ten thousand traces
invisible graces
– truth come of nothing
when nothing
would do

quilt me a blanket
of storyful wonder
three times more red
than ever was blue
stiches so small
the past won’t unravel
wherever the future –
I’m taking it too

loblolly pinecones
cover the ground – as hands
to surrender the keys
stay for the telling
I swore to remember –
of spirits returning
their light to the trees

build me a nest
of lapis and whiskers
copper with sorrows divine
clear me a place
hung high in the timbers –
stay for the grieving
or leave us
behind