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mother of life ~

20 Sunday May 2012

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love was the message
of goddess to flora
a poem to wrap with the essence
of green
longing for comfort –
lakota lay silent
and swore there was purpose
the rest would believe

take me
to make me
the same as your sorrows
ride me at morning
to the plains of mombai
burn me to memory
of buffalo graces
the language of hope
forgiven us now

of long ago breezes
winds surely shifting
forgotten my name
as the lines blew away ~
people and colors
civilizations
eternity grieves
my vision of home

Author’s Note ~

In 1994, a white buffalo calf was born on a farm in Wisconsin. . .
the first white buffalo born in decades.

Some believe she was the fulfillment of the prophecy that the return of
the White Buffalo Calf Woman will herald the advent of an age of peace and harmony.

Now, more than any time in history, we need the sacred feminine to balance
our lives and to balance our world.  We must be spiritual warriors – culling
the profound and important aspects of the power of feminine wisdom
and directing them toward peace within, as without, and utilizing the energies
of the goddess and all mythical women and spiritual heroines
to help direct the course of history.

sunset ~

19 Saturday May 2012

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he saved for her the sunset
he’d been painting
(all his life)
as crimson bled to orange
purple green –
a lover’s rite
reflections of the day
he found her standing
near the shore

held her (without speaking)
brushed a dress
of finest oil
silken sable gold
steady made her curls
to steal his pride
she came to him
each night as was created
other worlds –
beneath the canvas
(life beyond this one)

he heard the shutters heave
the rafters roar
calmed again the artist’s storm
he found the solace (her)
meadow green
with silver shoes
and palest pink (her stutter)

took his breath
and held him close
in pools of cocoa bean

he knew her
every (blush of) imperfection
had painted her in places
(always new)
this world of his
much larger now –
twilight dreams confessing
oil come to life in midnight hues

where sunset fell
in shadows (she is waiting)
evermore –
brushed against his memory
sapphire blue

connected ~

17 Thursday May 2012

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cherokee, connection, destiny, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, living, love, nature, reason, restless, southern, spirit, truth, wisdom, wonder

everything
is changed
nothing meant
to be the same
tho I wished it still
for once
til I could take it in
was a picture that I framed
held the shutter
for too long

where was the light
I waited for
what became of this
the other night
was left before
these robins were not stationed
on the roof
a dove or two
I noticed them
but never did they whine
not even when she lost him
(the mystery forgot)
she couldn’t cry
couldn’t share with me her pain

still there she was
a shadow of his life

but the robins
how they boast
of every treasure that they find
a breath of fur
a strand of silk
tinsel for the nest
no one can build the same
busy there beneath the edge
where shingle meets with shade
the children lost
the baby fell beyond the
lowest branch

how was I to know
when the weeds were tall
and looking until dark
strained against the weakest
of the summer snares
were others there
but what had changed
where was change intended
I want the one
where is the one
the baby of the babes
the longing one
of these
the last to fly

let’s sit the night
I’ll burn out every bulb
along the path
raise the lantern up
and melt each candle into wood
we’ll find the one
was leaving

forgot to let you go

beyond the gate ~

16 Wednesday May 2012

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meet me there
beyond the shadows
where the purple dogwood grows
that I might look
into the eyes
that once adored me so

meet me there
so I might be
remembered to your kiss
a hand within
your gentle hand
a bliss beyond your bliss

would I be less
for wanting more
than the memory
of your sigh
ears attuned to music
each haunting lullaby

of far away
yet near enough
as sacred truth restored
beyond the gate
where blossoms burst
in loving hues once more

returning as tomorrow
there begins eternity
another day
remains of love
when you have come
for me

across the way
just down the road
we walked so long ago
when stood beside
forever
the purple dogwood grows

home ~

16 Wednesday May 2012

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last I knew
the path grown over –
trees I loved were bending low
vine and cup with
secrets whispered –
of where we passed here
once ago

hands the same
though smaller somehow
tortured bark as web to ring –
learned of these
the lowly falling
more than colors died
for spring

come the passion now
for harvest
spare these ears
your lonesome knell
fill me up with sunlight
scattered –
ground to love
my feet so well

passed as years
through vein and valley –
crossed to crest
before the snow
hung a shade
of scarlet ribbon –
lifted there the skies
below

lark and lily –
worse for wearing
patient teachers (tears to dry)
eyes beseech
the naked branches
faith remains –
to wonder why

beholding to the sun ~

15 Tuesday May 2012

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evening comes so quickly
anymore my body aches –
remembers back
another time
I danced

never knew to this –
a nested dove
crooning through the night –
with promise of one more
that I might rise

returning as another child –
asking not for more
than ages fell
as leaves to kiss the ground –
are memories made less by life –
a name I never wore
secrets blown to places
you can’t see

pieces of a puzzle
once I wondered how they fit
why I came
and where you are today

when longing counts
as seasons lost –
without one more goodbye
shadows sprawl beneath
my favored oak –

dew to roust the daisies
from their slumber –
moments there
they’ve tried to leave
but as I am
they are –

slow to rise
beholding to the sun

life in-between ~

14 Monday May 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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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
in the darkness
searching for a light
would burn
with me
the brighter
of suns within the night
written word
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 lane
you chiseled every rock
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.
Let’s just pretend
for a moment now
we’re in this place
as fate allowed,
will find our way to truth
(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).

without the grain ~

12 Saturday May 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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dreams, family, grace, life, love, memory, reason, restless, spirit, truth, wandering, writing

was just before the morn
silver coursed the sky
pregnant with the musing
bleached white crooked boards
(left without the grain)
a lowly thought (indifference)
doors we opened from the black
I couldn’t see before
hiding Viking splinters
copper hinges from my sight
beyond the place
where webs were breaking free
another shadows ninth
I must have dreamed
(you dreamed of me)

couldn’t see
beyond the light
was anchored to the rug
ran between the bathroom and hall
a tapestry of peacocks
sapphire blue and gold
quiet how they
flew about and never
blocked the way
kept the entry clean
in want for morning sun
slept in pools of maybe
for my taking
couldn’t understand
the truth (was ever I to be)
relieved to be
relieved to feel at all

white moths circle ’round
to let me through
beyond the room
where books are kept
vow and board together
save the past in chords of mystery
some post of prose (a favored verse)
forgotten me a poet
once proclaimed
(would be the best)
telling now of troubles
I have loved

hands to my heart ~

11 Friday May 2012

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becoming, cherokee, connection, death, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, life, living, love, memory, nature, restless, self, spirit, strength, truth, wandering, wisdom, woman

gather the crops
and lead me to pasture –
long woolen coats
and hats on the nail
sing me our song
to remind me of breathing
take me to meeting
where the creek
dries to bone

walk with me now
through the pain of becoming
what I feared most
when we parted that day –
a longing to fill
and woods without conscience –
carved our initials
much deeper
than ache

some faraway
somewhere –
the geese are returning
spread ‘cross the dark
til we can’t see the night
and fashioned their moon
from something
less shining –
was a moment we held
to forever this way

scatter my bones
as proof of submission –
but tell not the others
I was destined to fall –
read every word
aloud at my passing –
warm
let your hands
to my heart fold around

to hold this – the last
of my fragile intentions –
will you worry
for places I’m not
when darkness remembers
the breath of surrender –
long woolen coats
and geese on the lam

candlesigh ~

11 Friday May 2012

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becoming, bliss, connection, destiny, dreams, fearless, grace, gravel roads, kentucky, life, love, memory, nature, old maps, passion, reason, restless, self, southern, spirit, truth, wandering, wonder

days til then
and thought we’d made it
when fate caught us asleep
pitching tents
and chasing wings (of flame)
never thought to think
I’d trade forever –
just to hold your hand
in the light before the nightbird gave
a story worth the telling
babies came –
and winter wore our names

while there the golden
wheat we gathered
burned the forest down
I wonder –
now I wander back
and there’s nothing here
but home

mason jars
and homemade whiskey
pewter dim and silver barns
rust beneath the want for something
straw the pale of evening sun
Kentucky blue
begun – to close my eyes
succumb to wishes
give them all another chance (to fly)
let me love
in fields of clover –
let me die in fields of flight

give to verse
this dreamer (dreaming)
poem writ of moving on
seas returned – the lowly sailor –
backward here into the dawn

was set adrift
on oars of maple
pinned aloft the noble bride
set a course for warmer waters
but kept a place (for me) aside
written here – a tattooed letter
button birds and woodsong shame
lacey lace
in cardboard boxes
sheets to never fit the same

proof of heaven
a moment glistens –
forever waits the night (I hold)
touch the locket
and claim the promise –
cools the skin
that hides the soul

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