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as I will ~

26 Friday Oct 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling, Storytelling

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becoming, bliss, destiny, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, kentucky, knowledge, life, love, old maps, reason, restless, self, spirit, understanding, wandering

of places becoming
the long way to home –
and a time of reflection
wherever I’m gone
more than these
I have nothing –
nothing more than of words
and hands to make heaven
a voice to be heard

of stories
retelling
of reasons to know
what I’ve sworn to remember –
was a grace to let go
give the world
of my riches
for the poor shall be paid
from the life I was making
when the clouds slipped
away

I shall wake
as another
one day not so long –
and right what was written
to save what was wrong

give me land
give me orchards –
let me fall
as I will –
as a stone to the waters
some other to fill

as a chorus
where angels
are come to delight –
a thought still becoming
as skin burned to light
I shall know
when each sorrow
falls new to the ground –
as love is returned
and makes
not a sound

. . .

traveler ~

06 Saturday Oct 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling, Storytelling

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a moment more
than meant to take
and smiles were left to carry ~
the music of a smile
upon the line

unaware of wondering
blessed breath forgotten ~
was all at once
a moment
kept from time

if years would be
a slow repeat
of lives I passed in silence ~
don’t call me back
with whispers of goodbye

twas all for one ~
and such as this
when came the choice for choosing
returning me as morning
to your night

sweet the strain
of violin ~
lullabye of locust
stars compete
I loved them every one

so still my will
to wonder ~
of mysteries made over
where every might have been
is still to come

storytime
of midnight rhymes
hands are almost touching
a sudden grace ~
take me back sometime

to dream again
of crystal shores ~
messages awaiting
the music of forgotten smiles
ringing down the lines

…

suspended breathing ~

01 Monday Oct 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling, Soapbox

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connection, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, life, living, love, old maps, open, reason, religion, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, understanding, wandering, wisdom

I thought much about this before deciding to post. Ultimately, if I am faithful to my own truth, I must to be willing to speak that truth.

As of late, I have hurt others with the mere act of being myself (which I know can be a bit overwhelming at times). If you are among those, then I am truly sorry.  Please know that I would never intentionally hurt anyone.

I realize I am at times too open, and too free and too (too)…. I am quick to disregard love with ten thousand rules as being love at all. I love too much and too deeply and, yes, that means that there are times when I step on toes without meaning to. I sometimes forget that not everyone is the same ~ and certainly most do not see things (especially love) as I do.

I didn’t come to this site to be a part of a political movement or to feed my own ego.  If you don’t like what I write, then tell me or don’t say anything, but please don’t spend your time on words that have no truth. I am not here for praise (not even close).   I’ll only be offended if you go out of your way to be something because you think it’s what I need. If that is what you need, it is here, but I am not that……

I came here to share my words (my ways), and to know others, but if knowing means that either of us cannot speak freely, then what we have earned? What have we gained in the act of trying so hard not offend ~ so hard that, in fact, we never know each other at all?

Whatever you seek, you will find.  If I offended, please forgive.

Take me down
the muddy river ~
wash my sorrows out to sea.
Gather now my words
unsettled ~
for where they live ~
another me.

I will love until they cover
every patch of mortal skin ~
til I’m bound by mossy pages
o’er my verses ~
o’er my sin.

Have I none but this
to offer ~
let me love as unafraid.
What will come of love we garnered
~ what shall be our crown
this day?

anyway ~

25 Tuesday Sep 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

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bliss, grace, gravel roads, life, love, passion, poetry, reason, restless, spirit, truth, understanding, wandering

of all I have known
so few as you are ~
with words
I can’t paint
you (the same)
as a snowflake
in sunlight ~
a warm winter breeze
of a poem you wrote me
one time

how you said
it was nothing ~
no more than a line
you’d found on your way
back to me

a thought
without logical place
to become ~
(don’t think it means more
than you meant it to be)
when given to voice
on my hand

a message of blue
in piecework design
told of place ~
I never had been
walking the day
in the afternoon sun
I was there ~
(did you know)
anyway

a kiss met with two
maybe three at one time
and I knew
(did you know)
what would come of my love
of a verse
strung to word ~
wasn’t much left to say
as hearts fell
to silence (wide open)

hand as by hand
choice of this choice ~
breath when the rest
came apart
(every time)
a willing retelling
the story of you ~
and I without answers
or longing
to rhyme

places I’ve known ~

24 Monday Sep 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling, Storytelling

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becoming, cherokee, connection, death, dreams, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, life, love, old maps, passion, reason, restless, southern, spirit, strength, truth, wandering, wisdom

of all that I am ~
another there living
in the worlds of my passing
a house down the way
chickens and clothes lines
merrigold peepers ~
as purple wallpaper
now peeling away

of dust I’ve collected
tales to deliver ~
and thirty years more
than the last to repeat
who will remember
the places I’ve known
or tastes (to my tongue)
by longing
made sweet

rusted to ground
as proof of the living ~
of who wandered first
and who gave me name
changes
arranging
as backwards becoming ~
a time when my laces
unraveled the same

touching the light
of burning horizons ~
where destinies crowd
another to come
whispered I love you’s
are swept to the corners ~
as scars to remind us
of promise undone

lay me to rest ~
covered with flowers
glories and ribbon
the colors of spring
tell them you knew me
tell them you loved ~
but beg not your silences
tell them a thing

the creek is still rising
where the dreamer
once found me ~
awaiting his fate (as mine) to unfold
came from a distance
a long time returning
hands seeking lace ~
as stories untold

of em ~

18 Tuesday Sep 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling, verse

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becoming, faith, grace, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, restless, spirit, truth, wandering, wisdom, woman, writing

bound not to fret
o’er sorrows passed by
or bones where wings used to be
turned not by loss
to remember the gain
or the promise
of eternities

saved not to verse
or hurried by life
as was gifted
to days muddled thru
forgotten the lust
of a long ago wish
or stars pinned by dreams
to the blue

grieved not by touch
no longer the same
or visions of hope almost gone
a path through the woods
by home a new way –
remembrance
of time walked alone

cured not by longing
or stilled by regret
taking where arms never could
keep you much longer
in yesterday’s chains –
and garner your words
understood

deemed not
by prophecies
left for another
or stories retold of your youth
asking of consequence
come to decide
as somebody’s version
of truth

birthed to illusion
of mysteries freed –
as futures are mourning this loss
warmed not the comfort
of sleep yet to come
or whispers negated
by moss

Author’s Note: For much of my life, I’ve been awakened
by words, flooding from far off places. Quite often, the result
is something like this. I refer to these as Emily moments ~
and Emily words. I’m good with that, as long as it never requires
a change in hairstyle. 🙂

longing to know ~

17 Monday Sep 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling, Storytelling

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from places no longer
the one getting by ~
as silver blue veins
trace the will of the wind
and speak of forever
our longing to know ~
like the hush of a whippoorwill
coming to nest
and branches bent over
by the memory of snow

terrapin tea rose
and red scarlet laces ~
were bloomed from the shade
of maple and rye
burdens forgot to the passing
of seasons ~
lives resurrected
as love would not die

red tail renewal
preys o’er the pasture
as swoons for another
a thought passed
between ~
whispers of always
linger as loving
to lie with us down
on a blanket
of dreams

where kept to the memory
of unfinished language
and rest within moments
our reason to be ~
as teardrops fall
on this view of creation
love becomes light
and life ~
destiny

practiced ~

10 Monday Sep 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

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becoming, faith, gravel roads, life, love, poetry, postmark, reason, restless, spirit, truth, wandering, writing

were there ever words
I’d surely find
when looking round this place –
and times when nothing
else would fit
my lines

troubadour and tailor
source of gentle need –
marked the place
where pen was met
with might

and practiced I
ten thousand times
with voice
and tears
as laughter
just what to say
if e’er I could again

know that you were
listening
or that with kindness found –
rhyme denied a reason
to become

the way to you
already now –
the path is worn by wanting
briars grown to snare
the place behind

I’ve wondered tho
how many lives –
before the vine would conquer
while close enough
I could touch
you still

tis not the way
of longing –
resolved to circumstance
I’d raise a cup
of cure –
and cut my curls

spend the night
retrieving –
as syllables to slant
linen lined
and not a one so blue

weighted in the simple
thought –
that something must be lacking
for letters run together
off the page

empty now the coffer
was saving me for more
another line –
as first you wrote
of me

oasis ~

09 Sunday Sep 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling, Storytelling, verse

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bliss, connection, conversation, destiny, dreams and visions, fearless, grace, gravel roads, life, love, passion, reason, relationship, restless, spirit, truth, understanding

He said.

Let me ask you something,
If you don’t mind.
Lay my head on your shoulder
Wrap myself in your storm,
Where it’s safe
Where it’s warm.
Let me tell you something.
I promise it’s something real.
Let me tell you something,
Something about my self.
Something I’ve never told a soul
Not even myself
Out of fear
Out of the knowledge I wouldn’t be understood,
Known
Confirming my solitude
Confirming I’m alone.

I’m a middle aged, middle child
Born to middle class means,
In the middle of a country
That values extremes.
I don’t know what that means
If anything
In the greater scheme
If anything,
But I do know
I do believe
I’m happiest in my middle life,
That world I find between.
Between the absurdity of the waking world
And the lucid world of dreams
Where anything is possible
And nothing is what it seems.
There lies the creative world
Combining the two.
There I find that amazing world
That led me straight to you.

She said.

I’m from another place
just south and to the east
most all my days
spent barefoot
‘cept those
spent on my knees
‘cept those I walked
within the dark
searching for a light
would burn with me the brighter
of suns within the night
traded words
and followed maps
we made of yesterday
across the plains
o’er other sands
would lead me back this way
from middle to the north
south of everything
your road –
a gravel leading here
you chiseled every stone
were steps (to where I’m going)
a path to bring me home

He said.

So here we are.
A fortuitous interlude
Where life fades away
Concerns and fear allay
Dreams and visions hold sway.
An oasis
In the midst of this convoluted jungle.
Temperate winds
Beneath a sky so blue.
But it’s not like us to savor the moment
It’s not like us to let time slip by
Unexamined, unquestioned.
So we search the drifting clouds
For purpose,
For meaning.
But it’s up to us to provide that meaning,
Wouldn’t you agree?
Meaning is the gift we give
Purpose the reason we survive, we live?

She said.

There’s so much more
than this,
a life to spend
in search of bliss
as sighs held captive
to a kiss…
begin to give us answer.
There’s wings
with light their only truth,
days behind we hid the proof,
gave the best to wasted youth,
knew we’d come to nothing.
If only for a moment (now)
we’re in this place
as grace allowed,
will find our way to love (somehow),
much stronger for the journey.

She said, it’s no more
than a day
just close your eyes
and know the way
is open where we left before
the same we came
to follow…

close your eyes
reach out your hand
there’s much
that I don’t understand
but I’ll show you what I do
and then…
when we have passed
into the light
we’ll remember this
(redeeming night)
when truth bespoke
of wisdom’s plight
was here we lingered
out of sight
an oasis –
for the moment

He said.

You make me laugh
At myself
At the simplicity of it all.
Why did I make it so complicated?
When it was as plain and true and beautiful
As you
And this moment.
This moment.

So long I’ve wandered
So long I’ve searched
Desperate to find reason
To conquer why
To slay doubt
And all the while
It was here
In your arms.

The only truth
The only meaning,
The only reason,
To love and be loved.
No matter how briefly.
How deeply.

How lovely.

She said.

was not for you decided
I never asked
(how could I ask)
when was always mine
to give (to hold)
however brief
(eternity shall pass
and start all over)

was not for you decided
I never asked
(why would I ask).

whispers ~

08 Saturday Sep 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling, Storytelling

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connection, love, memory, nature, passion, reason, restless, spirit, truth, understanding, wandering

was said
there’ll be another time
I wonder if that’s true
when I will find you waiting here
when I shall come to you
when I will read
and you will write
our words will spill the same
how many lives may pass as none
to wonder why we came

you feel it now
I know it’s real – this longing in my soul
was made for words
and words will come
how is that you know
I read it once – you taught me well
how could that ever be
another time – another bed –
a place of destiny

there are words
and there are words
that’s how I’m bound to you
as breath to breath
as earth to sun
I know this much is true
I’ll find you when
we next begin
as love
somewhere
we dream

I love that smile
it’s been a while
through times of disbelief
you knew me then
and now again –
the smell of burning leaves

would rivers know
the way to home –
or long for something more
than places still remembered
where love was passed
before

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