with ribbons ~

30 Wednesday May 2012

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spirits curse
to know the pain
beyond the silk of scars
no more these pangs
of innocence
of wishes raised to stars

a last request
for healing hands
would come as need to prayer
before the cross
(forgiven now)
when left our love
somewhere

as joy
restored from wandering
down this lonesome road (begin)
would cleave us to another
else we choose this way
again

to lace the night
with ribbons
else the poet wonder why
we dreamed
that we were angels lost
silver birds
against the sky

counted covers ~

28 Monday May 2012

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before my lazy stirring
to the day that lay in wait
when dreams were tugging gently
come away
somewhere near
a nightbird flew
with wings to graze my sleeping
awaken dear
I’ve made a sky for you
back and forth
as to and fro –
a glance across the shadows
what time has got away
and still to spare
wonder weaves in prisms
across these counted covers
dare I see at all
what’s waiting there
remembered now admonishment
you’ll sleep your life away
thirty years
have come and gone again –
pastel paper lines the walls
glories guard the gate
steps to mark the wonder fell between
and where I’ll go
as daylight climbs to reach
my everafter –
a leaning porch (I don’t have time to mend)
sleepy arms
and hungry hands
stretch to touch the branches –
wings to graze as smiling
I begin

tapestry ~

27 Sunday May 2012

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of who I am
I’ve been told –
there’s resemblance to the rest
but something none can name
that is my own – my wilderness

a mystery of purpose
each subtle stroke of light
wrong made sense in waiting
for the promises
of sight

hands to work
and heart to seek
the ways we came and why
I’d choose again (this choosing)
would live again to die

to find renewed
the places kept –
though mortal essence fades
within my soul (eternal)
are seeds of love we made

no less than now –
and dearer still
as each new day begins
love becomes a tapestry –
of stories told again

watch for me
(familiar) as another sun draws nigh ~
listen for my spirit
in the memory of a sigh

returned again
as times before to find
forever come –
another strand of love to weave
in destinies of one

talk with bears ~

27 Sunday May 2012

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how might the night
be slept away
and yearned but for another
heaven here on earth
as whiter
snowflakes swirled

from somewhere else
much colder now
than ash by fate decided
were stones beneath the rapids
polished cedar bark

where all was still
but for the bears
without the words to warn us
spoke only to each other
of spring
their next goodbye

lanterns lit
and lightning bugs
were settled down in secret
brushed into illusion
as skies of indigo

so slow the dawn
returning
to breathless apprehension
six months denied
the glow of sacred sun

whispers I remember
as planets moved together
bears to talk with bears
the night shall talk
to none

caught inside a wish ~

26 Saturday May 2012

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where –
and I am there again
fell between the story
and the pen –
caught inside a wish you let to go
higher than an angry moon
remembered me (somehow)
a fog – a shade of grey
that was your eyes

they say it’s gone – it can’t be done
but here you are
and there I am within –

hopeless every time I’ve tried –
to live outside my longing
but I wonder even now
why I would want to say goodbye –
to feel you gone away
when there’s a place you are
a warmth (I beg you stay) –
for all that was
will bring me back (again)

when the rain is come
I’ll remember once (a sunny day)
when you kissed this mouth
and the taste of secrets shared
(they are the same)

there’s a song and there are moments –
a silence I love best
for it’s there between the twilight
and the fiddle –
that I hear your sigh –
the cool that is your breath

where –
and I am there again
fell between the story
and the pen –
caught inside a wish
you let to go

angels remaining ~

26 Saturday May 2012

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living run over with angels
and pictures –
lacey white lace all around
souvenirs tumble from half hidden drawers
and shelves are bowed low
with the weight of my life

places and people –
(though some are gone missing)
last night I waited
their souls by the door

lights burn beyond me
above this sweet presence
and all that is left
my treasures to hold
some say forever
are lost their reminders
but I carry them with me
wherever I go –

a tattoo of love
makes no room for sorrow
and sometimes in mirrors I see
her eyes in reflections
of grandaddy’s creases –
his hands when I reach
now to touch

my laughter an echo
inheritance dances –
and I sleep just the same
as she does
of the best (every one)
the worst but a shadow –
and I pay no rent to that place

might lifetimes become
in the blink of existing –
and all that is left
forgotten my name –
but for traces of something
they can’t quite imagine

and a picture still standing
with angels in lace

the narrows ~

25 Friday May 2012

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the pathway sometimes narrows
for a moment – only fright
for what might be
eluding me
beyond this lovely night

would light ahead
be guidance
to a place I left behind –
or saved by wings unwilling
to alter space and time

remembered something
more than life –
more than kisses known
sunlight warms the frozen dawn
memories of his own –

proof of love
surrendering
the last cool breath of May
strength to bear the burdens
of innocence betrayed

beyond where someone listens
for a name
(a sound so sweet)
are echoes where a heart
was known to beat

no getting back
nor going ’round
just once and one more dance
lights beyond the best we willed
betrays our circumstance

places we can’t see ~

25 Friday May 2012

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Lovers cradled
breast to breast –
soldiers welcomed home.
Beds are made
to places we can’t see.

Seasons pass
as words to water –
long abandoned springs.
For every life
ten thousand more
within her bosom sleep.

Shield to shield
as kiss to kiss –
lips denied
their stories.
Songs no one remembers

– she sings to them
tonight.

whisperings ~

24 Thursday May 2012

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my grandmother knew
as grandmothers know
when first they held us to light
something (but who has the words
to describe it)
hush (now the sins of) your heart
take it down
burn the bed
whispering flutters
madness to meaning
though everyone shades (their soul)
from the truth
a sign unexpected
broken and scattered
there goes the star
now ahead
won’t say a thing
about stories repeated
things we might know
(we don’t know)
messages can’t be heard
above screaming
where I am (listening)
grandmother knows

the crush ~

24 Thursday May 2012

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somewhere
a crush of hummingbirds
press into a garden
unsure the source
would urge them to remain
where promise
swirls in marigold
tulip trees and ivy
hovers long above a kiss
a guitar without strings

a dress of lace
to first communion
swells beneath the dew’s caress
what longing undiscovered
beats on scarlet wings

with sweetest contemplation
the path
of certain pleausre
in moments undecided
and kept as yesterday
where I shall find
another life
of times I can’t remember
the lure of honeysuckle
ten thousand miles
from home