silver mine ~

08 Thursday Oct 2020

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love, memory, poetry, returning, solace, sometimes, soul memory, time, truth, words, writing

I shall gather
to pages
these remnants of you
reminders now written
in rhyme
I shall paint
every moment
of days worn together –
warm cappucine
silver mine

sweet
my surrender
so often and still
when shadows are come
to do as they will
I will bind my heart
to words
we both know –
whispers carved deep
to my soul

. . .

refuge ~

07 Wednesday Oct 2020

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another me, another time, dreams, home, life, love, memory, recollection, truth, writing in the dark

in moments
just before the dream
I recall another life
sunlight through the curtains –
a whispering of pines
waiting by my window
watching for a sign
for another you –
come some other time

and for a while
there is no distance
greater than a sigh –
no night
denied of sleep
would I divide
between the life I understand
and another lived apart
safe as is my pillow –
a refuge to
my heart

. . .

ways I cursed ~

06 Tuesday Oct 2020

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling, spirituality

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blessing, hope, it's what I do, life, love, seasons, spoken aloud, time, truth, wonder

when at last
the wind is gone
and all the seeds dispersed
when comes a night
so cold it fills
my bones
will then
I cease to wonder –
do you understand
me now –
the ways I cursed
when first you came
and I was found
somehow

burst as bloom
returned of spring –
one april day I woke
found you there
with ne’er a word to say
who knows
how long
forever takes –
where and when I’ll find
the seed I let
to go
just yesterday

. . .

again ~

29 Tuesday Sep 2020

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echoes beneath my skin, home, life, love, moments, remember me, sometimes, soul speak, story, time, touch, trust, truth, woman

I break
when least expected –
and rise against my will
sometimes I race
sometimes I’m standing still
I’ve known the hurt
of heartbreak
the salty sting of tears
how long the morning after
when after all these years
I still recall
without regret –
most every goodbye kiss
the whisper of remember me
to moments such as this
hearts entreating
music stirring just beneath
my skin
as melodies we played
are played again

. . .

beyond our own ~

29 Tuesday Sep 2020

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blessing, closer to forever than the stars, eternity, home, light, love, memory, nearer, remembering, soul, truth, witness

just beyond the branches reach
beyond the furthest light –
I remember well a reef
of diamond shards –
a single arm reaching out
into the vast unknown
cradled as we were
against the stars

waters swirled around us
sands were washed away –
oceans fell their sorrows
at our knees
poetry was written
with ne’er a thought to rhyme –
carried by the tide
into the sea

the moon was still our friend
embers before dawn –
angels wept for worlds
beyond our own
traces of eternity
still shine beyond the trees –
awaiting our remembrance
to be known

. . .

the certainty of time ~

28 Monday Sep 2020

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chance, destiny, echoes, holding you here, life, love, memory, places we have loved, seasons, spirit, time, winter

are there days
when you are haunted
whispers to your heart –
a melody you gave to me
so long ago

echoes through the winter
where once you gave it reign
without a thought
to losing all
you know

are there mornings
folded soft
against the certainty of time
a sunrise burning hot
against your soul

. . .

beyond your name ~

24 Thursday Sep 2020

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easy as I, home, letting go, life, love, missing, poetry, that thing I do with a pen, time, touch

sometimes it hurts
more than words –
than e’er a poem
would want confess
I find a joy
in grieving
that moves my soul to rest
to say goodbye
letting go
but for my heart
I might be gone
down the ways
beyond your name
beyond the pull of home
beyond the want
of evermore –
the memory of touch
leaves are falling
storm clouds
into dust

. . .

a picture of a picture ~

24 Thursday Sep 2020

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life, life beyond the leaving, love, memory, none the same, photograph, remembrance, soul, spirit, time, truth

were not for this
would love exist
to sanctify the page –
a picture
of a picture
faded grey

were not for these
these tender lips
created for a kiss –
remembered quite so well
as was your name

were not for time
or lives between –
a thousand more remain
tho ne’er another
I have loved
the same

. . .

sands of my soul ~

23 Wednesday Sep 2020

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age, blessing, closer still, courage, forgiveness, grace, life, love, redemption, still, surrender, time, where you are

when I’ve taken the last
of faith that was given
and turned my back
to the wall –
to wonder how long
this grace
might deliver
when broken each vow
my heart can recall

when I’ve lost
what had saved me –
words where pages lie still
a map once was traced
to the sands of my soul
lest I wander
without want
to be filled

dare me remember
the ways I was carried
and nights I sought peace
in the dark
move me to center
align me with light –
so that grace
seeks to find me
no matter how far

. . .