rolling smoke ~

sweet the flush
of destinies
whene’er the world grows calm
as there beneath
each tender tree –
eternities are known
tho burdened not
by stories left –
forsaken by the truth

would still the heart
from beating –
here alone

frail the myth
of magical –
sacred paths revealed
with worry not for sorrows
washed away –
breezes blow
across into
the proof of love’s refrain
faith has come
another dream
to save

. . .

a you I don’t know ~

05 Sunday May 2013

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as far
from my memory –
a you I don’t know
is willed into life
by the lure of a flame
wrapped in illusion
of a touch long ago –
moments
no longer the same

as a partial
remembrance –
of lives passed away
love we were hoping to keep
one more day –
folded as pages
to yesterday’s dream
margins
surely to fade

saving for none
the promise of more
than a once
curs’ed vapor –
left burning before
in the recess of always
where names
have been lost –

a time
before taking
of breath
we forgot

. . .

to wonder ~

05 Sunday May 2013

Posted by tornadoday in folklore, Poetry, Storytelling

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how am I to wonder
and still
the morning comes
fresh as tears
to grace the baby green
petals begged to open
sleepy eyes awake
eager now to hear
the story told

of distant fields
and gardens fair –
winded wills and worry –
forests drawn in aprons
of a song
played within the stillness
of one more time
I’ve gone
far beyond the touch
that is the dawn

how is now
I’ve traveled
beyond the reach of dreams –
beyond the safe abode
of tethered night
walked with stars
and tripped my way
into another light –
brushed aside the veil
to free my soul

. . .

tales of one more season ~

04 Saturday May 2013

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for moments yet
becoming –
an early morning dew
as last year’s rain
before the crops came in
memories of something more
time and roads
retraveled
– the ways to you
remembered
by the wind

letting go
as I have known –
forsaken now to listen
bells are ringing somewhere –
I can hear
water falling –
lifetimes left
I promised once to find
– a place beyond the night
I hold you near

were it so
the past is not
with tales
of one more season –
years have passed
and still love wakes my bones
surrender claims
the deepest sleep
walls of purple paper –
one more sin
for living to atone

. . .

so as I ~

03 Friday May 2013

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becoming, connection, destiny, fearless, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, living, love, memory, nature, passion, poetry, reason, spirit, spirituality, truth, understanding, wandering, wonder

as oceans
so as I –
assail on summer leaf
hindered not to journey
by the breeze
balanced top a tidal wave
soft vanilla soul –
pressed to flight
wherever
I am bound

as tenderness
prevailed –
to charm the ancient elm
mesmerized by falling
let me fall
eager as the morning wren
lacking not the urge
as comfort come
in yearning
for the sky

dreaming now
remembered
as a place
my longing knows –
petals flutter down
in sweet parade
floating unencumbered
as essence
into light –
gathered now desire
to reach the sea

. . .

weaved to the soul ~

02 Thursday May 2013

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would birth
be absolved
by the passing between
or dying held fault
for the slipping away
moments becoming –
as stars to the dark
where hearts
held in secret
are gathered to grace

lingered in loving –
with purpose of life
as ashes to twilight
forgotten to fall
thru ribbons of scarlet
purple and maize
– and held as a passion
forgiving of all

a breathless confession
of moments too few
when promised forever
with all we hold dear
weaved to the soul
by pieces of light –
and waited as every goodbye
disappeared

awash in a river
unnoticed by time –
and swept by a memory
of night into day
no matter the measure
to lives lived between
or how far the first time
I held you
this way

. . .

poet heart ~

01 Wednesday May 2013

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tempted by a whisper
the singing of my soul –
a voice I scarce remember
now abides

as stirring to
a poet heart –
shadows of belief
slept beneath my pillow
long the night

fluttering
against my sleep
eager to my rise
silent ancient rhythms
flood my still

. . .

wanderers ~

01 Wednesday May 2013

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becoming, bliss, breath, connection, dreams, fearless, grace, life, love, old maps, passion, reason, restless, spirit, truth, understanding, wandering

come the evening
sweet and blue –
as windswept through the window
would carry me
to worlds beyond the words
beyond the reach
of verses
honeysuckle vine –
beyond the reach
of wanderers
the moon

felt the grace
of falling –
somewhere still I wait
as sunlight
lemon kissed
beyond the shade
were petals spent
in knowing
where the light has gone
morning sits
the night with me
again

. . .

fingers without memory ~

01 Wednesday May 2013

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of stories
long rewritten –
to a page
that won’t be kept
secrets folded soft
into the crease
lines to rub
where ink gave out –
fingers without memory
trace the ragged edge
of yesterday

sweet the sound
of almost sung –
names
and dates
and places
sunlight burning
tender through the pines
washes now
the winter –
a moment yet we stay
turned the bed
to face the southern
skies

letters
I’ve been writing
saved my name a place –
walked between my dreams
a mile with you
worried not
the path to choose
or what of time shall fill –

a story
meant for telling
kept for me
the end

. . .