05 Friday Feb 2016
Posted in Poetry, Storytelling, verse
years are gathered
unto me –
til I can’t breathe
the night
or see beyond
another crimson dawn
where I have come
repenting
for days (these miles)
between
hands I know by heart
(let them pray)
for memories –
some other life
(where I have loved
you well)
where silence waits
to steal my heart
from sleep
. . .
Image: Medicine Woman Seeking Solitude, 1915, courtesy Library of Congress
04 Thursday Feb 2016
between
the place
where truth recalled –
fingers trace
forever
worlds beyond
the weary reach of fate
folds
and constellations
secrets
made to share
endearing me
a lifetime –
but a kiss
a sigh
the same as music
was calling me to home
warmth
I knew –
you’d change
the locks
one day
rusted rhyme
to silence me –
adapts a knowing smile
of pastures walked
in step with you
beside
a night before
eternities to miss
. . .
03 Wednesday Feb 2016
Tags
allowing, bliss, breath, knowing what we know, light, love, memory, remembrance, seeing in the dark, tenderness, truth
I’m the daughter
of a son
a tender petition
an echo
where promise
once moved on the wind
a wave from the marrow
river of my heart
spoke
in the language
of soul
to your soul
a moment
returning
to one never lost –
how sweetly we feel
when cleared
from the past
remembered as whole
to places we’ve been
touched
without touching
eternally when
we were held
as a secret –
passed without word
from a light
just beginning
to burn
. . .
29 Friday Jan 2016
how is it
we’ve returned again
to know the path behind
seeing for the first
another way
reminders of an evermore
we swore to keep beside
where was I
and where for you
I weep
lullabies
I sing alone
whene’er I hear your name
or read of lines
already
I’ve betrayed
the lesson
for the one more kiss
one more lifetime
yet
beyond the breath
wherein the dawn
is laid
. . .
26 Tuesday Jan 2016
Tags
forgiveness, home, life, love, nature, passage, renewal, seasons, time, treasure, truth, what we keep
were seasons
undecided
by a measure made
of days
tis loss we bear –
a lifetime
shorter still
time has melted
here
and I don’t feel
the same as then
no matter
what I should
or what I will
petals lie awake
beside promise
sworn to keep –
an early spring
and one more
letting go
green betrays
the last goodbye
November
spoke about –
pastures buried deep
beneath the
snow
. . .
07 Monday Apr 2014
Posted in Poetry, Storytelling, verse
Tags
becoming, connection, conscious consciousness, death, destiny, faith, fearless, knowledge, life, living, love, memory, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, spirit, spirituality, star crossed, truth, understanding, wandering, whispers, wisdom
when I have gone
the way of stars
across an ancient sky
slid between
the branches – whispering
a name
held sweet
by one or two –
a page already turned
who will know
of words
to understand
were never
meant
for rhyming –
decided by the night
woke me up
when dead the hours passed
relearning
every passion –
a time and place for all
for us
it seems of one
there never was
were ever
this unknowing
be given up again
or I –
a secret carried by the wind
to lands
beyond the call of feet
where cold
the floor is laid
ghosts are camped
in silence –
wondering
. . .
04 Friday Apr 2014
Posted in Poetry, Storytelling, verse
Tags
bliss, connection, conscious consciousness, faith, grace, life, living, love, memory, nature, passion, seeing in the dark, spirit, spirituality, truth, wisdom, wonder
who waits
in sheets of darkness
a window to the south
to watch me rise
with sleepy eyes
the sun
melted to my knowing
as sorrows
to the blade
as morning dew
I fall to you
again
. . .
03 Thursday Apr 2014
Posted in a time for telling, Poetry, Rambling, verse
Tags
becoming, breath, connection, conscious consciousness, death, destiny, divine this, dreams, faith, fearless, feelings, grace, knowledge, living, love, meaning, memory, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, relationship, resurrection, spirit, strength, thought, truth, understanding
started from nothing
wishes and string
were tied to my branches
and weaved
into light
a memory set
as a whisper to kiss
was carried somewhere
by the wind
cleave from these veins
a destiny lost
to long ago summers
a girl of nineteen
was dreamed into waking
one night by the stars
as love unremembered
to breathing
again
. . .
02 Wednesday Apr 2014
Posted in a time for telling, Poetry, Storytelling, verse
Tags
breath, connection, death, destiny, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, letting go, life, living, loss, love, memory, old maps, passion, relationship, spirit, spirituality, the last time, truth, understanding, value, woman
within the last
– an echo
of every time before
a moment left
where there will be
no more
no sorrow spared
by leaving
no midnight come away
laugher spilled
in silence sealed
always
no talk about forever
– it is come
my hopes to steal
verses meant
this broken heart
to heal
no one more day
to linger
in shadows set to stone
– what future lies
in all of love
I’ve known
became
of my confessions
but one
and then no more
within my last –
a whisper
of every life before
. . .
22 Saturday Mar 2014
Tags
becoming, bliss, connection, conscious consciousness, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, living, love, nature, old maps, passion, reflection, seasons, seeing in the dark, spirit, spirituality, truth, understanding, value, wonder
we are fireflies
floating in mists of memory
caught in silence
kept with smiles
slight nods of the head
a tear misting the eye
lovers’ intimate knowing
and each of these short-lived wonders
teach us with sparkling glimpses
of truth from their tiny golden lights –
that darkness is a soft pillow
to slow our souls
from the overflow of sensations
as wonders to allow us breath
between the emotions –
and then marvel at each vision
a winking evening star
or a dew covered rose
born of our dreams
. . .
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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