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16 Monday Jul 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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it matters not
to those who wait
how long the truth
in coming –
would words bring recognition
of touch already known

visions past
are come again
as moments passed unnoticed
turned away
from yesterday –
seekers turned to stone
a sprig of purple blossom
was crushed beneath the linen
tied with satin ribbon
(the only one I own)

still takes of breath
and moves a tear (to falling)
just the same
though nothing keeps
a memory of names –
a place where we were going
another starting from to choose
did you see me
walking somewhere
near the shore

I don’t know how
or why the sand was wanting
for the waves –
a breeze to blow
I close my eyes (again)
would listening betray my trust
of other times (I wonder)
though worlds apart –
the tide still pulls me home

tiny (broken) seashells
pass my story to the sea
and roll away
before the others know
where I was
and where you were
when parted by the breakers
peculiar our surrender
to the moon

when painted black
midnight fell – reflection
on the waters
a letter once you wrote
has found its way to me

woodsmoke ~

15 Sunday Jul 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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from a place already started
I kept so few of these –
moments fell from lives
already done
whispers of the oldest breeze
cools familiar suns –
and rivers travel
backwards to the sea

somewhere else
my name is given –
tho I can’t recognize
the timber of affection
the permanence of grace
written by the one to know me
(now to know me still)
tho just as I
without the whole
of time

or memory
of why this way
and when another passed
as woodsmoke from the valley
kissed the morn

as light before I felt it
warmth against my cheek –
and nights I’ve walked for miles
in search of more
than what I sense in secret –
a music none can hear
a moving through
the wilderness of I

creation frees
ten thousand tides
spun of finest wings –
circled in a forest left behind –
poems writ on reams
of maple leaf –
breath retracing
rings of destiny

verses strung
from branch to branch
answers stitched between –
the hand I know
still holding
from the fall

destined (remember) ~

14 Saturday Jul 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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Awaiting
the seasons –
we were destined (remember)
to find in this madness
each other (again) –
something you said
as the light was first fading.

I turned –
you were already gone
and there – in the face
I was given to love –
a trace of another (I know).
A map of the heavens –
foretold of this crossing
a need for returning
this place (to my soul).

Would leave
without want
for some other (beginning) –
a day like today
(take me home).
To bargain with love
(one more so familiar).
This nothing is something
I’ve known.

I stood in the sun
we vowed to remember
as lifetimes (no more)
fell away.
Moments enduring –
their reach – everlasting
reminders of gardens
(another bouquet).

Closing my eyes
as essence (returning)
defies the illusion of time –
(where was I now)
before you were going –
renewed by a moment
(beginning)
divine.

wishes fell to earth ~

13 Friday Jul 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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of the places
I’ve forgotten –
might I see you sometime there
as a shadow to a page
already read
as a lace
that brushes softly
to my cheek whene’er I turn
remembered still
a moment so divine

would never do
to mention this –
the place where paths were crossed –
where planets planned
to meet some other time

and holding out
uncertainty
for what would surely fall
tho not for long –
a brighter path recalled
covers now the evidence
of miles we walked before
spun with vine
and paved with silver shale

quiet as a hand was pressed
gently to the paper –
before the next to write
a story new –
told again in whispers
of a night so long ago –
shivered as our wishes
fell to earth

when come at last –
to understand
fleeting recognition
of something without flesh
we dare not speak
quiet sleeps in darkened halls –
where memories are tucked

perfume sits
all night in the dark

blew ~

10 Tuesday Jul 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling, Storytelling

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where have I gone
I wondered away
wandering (wonderer)
released from the clay
when held by a thought
(please don’t go)
and I couldn’t make sense
of the comings and goings
the night that imprisoned my soul
and took me so far
(returning me not)
to the place of permissions
conquest by rules
who would know
and why was I loved
I waited my breath
to remember

the way I was going
and smiles I would leave
reminders of where I had been
for reasons I came –
when the night was so sweet
(to hold me that way)
as days fell
to moments between

as maple to drip
honey so slow from the hive –
songs I’d forgotten
I knew how to sing
(the way I would feel)
while circling around
this living to love –
this fire to dance

I watched as the sparrows
took roost from the flame
and wondered (how long)
they would stay
(with the twilight)
even now from the still
who’s to say
how long I’ll be gone

might I wake
with a start
and a stirring inside
unashamed of the choices
I’d made
and where I was taken
to find me again
not the same (even better sometimes)

the pillow has faces
and stories to tell
might I count to the lines
on the back of these hands
somewhere I was mentioned
in going one time
but life kept me
falling away

softly to birth
mysteries tarry
born to another – I can’t recollect
where I was bound
when rose from the ash
with memory
as I was to be

scarred to the bone
and filled with that flame
the same one
(you remember that dream)
when my hair caught to fire
and the night
blew with smoke
the same as I was
when the first sparrow sang
and they wondered
(they wander)
how long it might be
til I’m home

before ~

10 Tuesday Jul 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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Who was I before
(I wonder
now and then).
Was I more than this
or less than most –
a trace of ‘might have been’.
Were my lips the same
when spoke your name –
did you hang on every word
or close your ears
(to hide your heart) –
should e’er the truth
be heard.

(I wonder)
when you hold me –
do you feel the same (inside).
A fluttering of osprey
a deep and growing tide –
or something less
(you’ve lost your way).
A place to be
instead –
hands above the table –
boots beneath the bed.

When offered life –
would just enough
be more than you could bear.
Of love (the same as breathing)
shall grieve for you
(I swear).
Misguided dreams
when nights were long –
forgot the need to pray
for morning light
(returned as love) –
to wash your fears away.

Was nothing
you remember –
as the same you were (made more).
Surrendered every memory
of who I was
before.

memory of me ~

09 Monday Jul 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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becoming, bliss, connection, destiny, dreams, grace, gravel roads, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, spirit, truth, wandering, wisdom, woman

of pages
I can’t keep apart
for too long
at a time
when thought of moments
talking to the night
familiar as these counted sheets
mountain breeze
between them
ran my hands along
a forgotten
stretch of life

– and married there
a scribe
before the veil had come
couldn’t know of this
the story we would write

flesh to burn
and I don’t know your name

familiar taste
of sunlight spilling
lazy through the clouds
as you were there
and I as truth began

a reader wants
a poet loves
might I be less
than either
changed into a promise
none could speak

tho sweated to a page
(for tracing)
words to resurrect
each far away
is haunted
by your touch

as stillness sits
beside my bed
reading me a story
e’er I would choose
some different
yet to be
or beg to breath this moment
moonlight falls anew
softer now
the memory
of me

worn into november ~

08 Sunday Jul 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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becoming, cherokee, connection, destiny, dreams, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, heart, life, living, love, memory, old maps, postmark, reason, soul, spirit, truth, understanding, wandering, wisdom, woman

of places where you live –
none the more
than in my heart
with a window to the world
that is my dream

verses tied with pieces
of tomorrow’s wiser sun
as the fireflies came
crying to the sill –
begging me to go
beyond the wood

to mountains
brushed with ashes –
softly fell a whisper
was settled neath the porch
of standing still

for lifetimes (did I know)
when wished the brightest star
to bring you safely
to remember –
the destiny of thought
to bring you home –

the way of spring
of secret paths
worn into november
touch the same as breezes
wrapped a favored song –
as rain against the tin roof
of my soul –

laughter spinning stories
of a line or two we wrote –
before the storm
was settled in our bones

of all the places
you remain –
this one –
my longing stills
sometimes late at night –
I hear you sing

glass to wear ~

08 Sunday Jul 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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becoming, connection, destiny, dreams, love, memory, old maps, reason, restless, spirit, star crossed, truth, wandering, wisdom, woman

of fairytales
I’ve heard them say
there is no prince returning –
dare I let my braid
down by the wall –

where once (a summer)
there you stood
with nowhere else to wander
awaiting for our story
to unfold

remember how it all seemed
more (than we could
make it happen) –
and dreamed I once or twice
of far aways

castles (meant for merlin)
camelot of sorts –
bridges fell across
my evermore

closed my eyes
and gave a wish –
to stars beyond the dipper
lay me down –
give me glass to wear

let me sleep
ten thousand years
if there your kiss will find me
standing at the window
where you wait

wishing well ~

07 Saturday Jul 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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Tags

abuse, broken, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, humility, lies, reason, restless, spirit, understanding, value, wisdom

came a thief
who took the mountain
took away the peaceful stream
gave a silver plated nickel –
to the beggar
for his dreams

took the ways for which we wandered
left us nothing for the fight
took the heart (was once so tender)
pulled it (pleading)
from the light

was a thief
who took of pardons –
spoke in tongues (we strained to hear)
promised wine (a crystal fountain)
somewhere far
(not far from here)

spoke of highways
thru the heavens –
told of trust beyond the veil
sold us courage from a bottle
jaded cup (a wishing well)

from those moments
came another –
one more chance to turn away
another dollar for our wishes
stars we loved –
at once betrayed

for the hope of more
than vision –
righteous want
for more than will
took the last of mortal conscience
lifetimes passed us –
standing still

came a thief
in prophet’s clothing –
golden robes (of fated sun)
took of breath –
the soul’s impression
left behind the empty one

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