coming back to go ~

09 Thursday May 2013

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traces
have been noticed
by those who strayed behind
letters wrote –
reminders to the day
laurel spilling over
one more spring
is passed
petals almost bloomed
to fade away

of time
I have no mem’ry
of the coming back to go –
roads I walked
and some I stayed
the night
curved against a highway
warmed against the dark
miles between
the falling down
to dream

. . .

no place ~

08 Wednesday May 2013

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becoming, connection, faith, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, life, love, nature, old maps, passion, relationship, spirit, truth, understanding

there are words
that have no place
like burning and the sun
like autumn and the day where leaves
still scatter
that place
tho far away
is not so very far
where wide awake
the best of the dreams are real
where love is all
but hurts no less
sadness eased by wonder
and held as near
as when the ink was freshly
left to page
when leaves were green
the sun
was in your eyes

. . .

purple ink ~

08 Wednesday May 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling, Storytelling, verse

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to wander once again
to my beloved
Shangri-La
where memories
of a voyage are still sketched
within imaginary fields
of lavender orchids
notebook in hand
impatient this becoming –
to pinpoint sweet names on the map
places where I may calmly dream
of exile months
between poet and muse
places to wander desolate paths
to collect
all the beauty
that will heal my soul
of its earthly temptations
at last
showing my ghosts
that purple ink
on faded pastel paper
is my own power
tethered by eyes and ears
to a world –
far beyond the heavens
and the words

. . .

whisper ~

07 Tuesday May 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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I must whisper carefully
else my brokenness belie –
my heart will not be silenced
by the murmur of goodbye

I miss your tender lines
your poems of the morrow
of truth – a balm forgotten
to the weeping sighs of sorrow

sweet prisoner remember
e’er november winds remain
with the telling of forever –
every season passed again

time may still this longing
of promise without measure
a moment so endearing –
so carefully I whisper

. . .

flannel ~

07 Tuesday May 2013

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soft as a flannel
of redbud and sage
innocence found
by the coming of age
by the breath of blackberries
burst on the vine
and stained by the memory
– a passing of time
into seasons forsaken
by change
unforeseen
as a blanket of winters
traded for green

. . .

wings of november ~

03 Friday May 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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a mandolin
movement
an exotic rush of wind
the colors of rain pooling
your eyes
are everything – still

forever
sometimes –
the music in our silence
turns my soul back
into a changeling

muffles my desire
my heart mute
I miss its words
its rhymes
its gentle pleasing
the spill of its ink
to stain my solitude
in every hue called love

to exist
and flutter
on the wings of november
beyond the monsoon
beneath a shooting star
you caught
with a song

. . .

one more way ~

02 Thursday May 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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becoming, bliss, breath, destiny, faith, fearless, grace, life, living, love, moments, old maps, passion, postmark, relationship, southern, spirit, strength, truth, wandering, wisdom

let me now
to lines be drawn –
before and after me
a sweet embrace
remembered
that is all

muscadine
and gypsum root –
marigold and sage
planets strung above
and velvet sky

save for me
the telling –
of one more way to find
paths already waiting
our retreat

take my hand
to hold apart –
the warmth of reaching in
say my name –

as light
remembering

. . .

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