resolution ~

02 Friday Jan 2015

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becoming, bliss, connection, destiny, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, living, love, memory, old maps, passion, spirit, truth, wonder

returning
this journey
of soul unto days
crisply
the red autumn leaves
sleep neath a blanket
of sweet evergreen
dreaming a
snowy white bliss
stars
fell away
by the reaching to touch
a name e’er repeated
as grace before dark –
tears before
dawn
made of breath
only this

. . .

unto light ~

31 Wednesday Dec 2014

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becoming, bliss, connection, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, home, knowledge, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, poetry, relationship, sometimes, spirit, still, strength, truth, understanding, wandering, wisdom

for a moment
beginning
tho no one knows how
love becomes memory –
a faraway
flame

silence is tempted
to speak
of our loss
scars nearly faded
are remembered
by name

a tenderness
forged
by the ways we have come
returning our soul
as truth
unto light

sealed from the trading
gifts us again –
folded as prayer
as wings
into flight

. . .

distilled ~

27 Saturday Dec 2014

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becoming, breath, christmas, destiny, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, life, love, passion, spirit, understanding

branches bent
to worship –
snow white wishes fell
becoming light
returning us –
a dream where Christmas blooms

a candle yearns
to hesitate –
distilled by certain breath
in the house that is my heart
you – ten thousand
rooms

Merry Christmas

smoke rings ~

11 Thursday Dec 2014

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becoming, connection, destiny, faith, fearless, grace, kentucky, knowledge, life, love, old maps, passion, poetry, postmark, restless, resurrection, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, wandering, wisdom, wonder

on long nights
when the moon is cool
to wait
(I have before)
spent of breath
my last
to speak (your name)
smoke rings
bear the silence
of spirits gathered home
(time is lost
awaiting signs)
and coming back
the same

ten thousand lives
for one more death
(in places)
we remain
might comfort cling
as hours
for a moment
(held onto)
a change of course
becoming more
than e’er I was (this way)
pulled awake
by dreaming –
signs (before I knew)

. . .

relearning ~

09 Tuesday Dec 2014

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becoming, beginning, connection, conscious consciousness, destiny, faith, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, old maps, passion, reason, relationship, spirit, truth, understanding, wandering, wonder

whispers
and lies
feel the same
in the dark
weeping for somebody’s baby
promises spared
the condition of truth
ache is made home
where heart
used to be

a quiet resolved
to sleep ‘neath the bed
with secrets
the same
as dared we repeat
a tortured relearning
the language of love
poetry warmed
by the tongue

snowflake
and feather
briar and lace
scripture
and where have you been
wrapped in a story
tell me anew
of a blush
bleeding soft
thru the pines

. . .

squander ~

08 Monday Dec 2014

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divine this, home, life, love, love the only truth, sacred intimacy, seeing in the dark, wisdom

what road ahead
seems shorter
for passing into night
lest shadows fall
against a wiser sun
an imprint of my journey
where telling
might I go
deciding now
an ending not foretold

time
and I’ve remembered
the squander of my days
returned as one
untethered from the rest
a single step
when all about
the hurry for direction
one and then
another here –
the path revealed
to home

. . .

angel light ~

28 Friday Nov 2014

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bliss, cherokee, connection, destiny, dreams, grace, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, reason, relationship, spirit, truth, value, wandering, wonder

of places
this reminds me
of some other
you were there
do you remember
how the stars
were in my hair
when you lay
in moss beneath the night
was I your angel light
a kiss I keep
reminds me this
of you

. . .

trace ~

26 Wednesday Nov 2014

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry, Rambling

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becoming, connection, destiny, dreams, faith, family, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gratefulness, gravel roads, knowledge, life, living, love, memory, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, restless, spirit, truth, understanding, wandering, wisdom

daybreak wears
a yellow dress
longer than july
and wonders to the boys
with woolen hands
summers gone
and one more ring
was promise to endure
the golden age
the turning page
resigned

by one
was I another
slept beyond my prime
cursing at a dream
for letting go
held in place by whispers
dare I make the bed
and worry then
for where my pen
was laid

fingers trace
the only proof
someone locked the door
a name for places
I can scarce recall
a life before the living
let of me to leave
photographs
and what of then
remains to be
again

swept beyond
the reaches
of a faraway resolve
some other dream
remembers me
to home

. . .

we were ~

23 Sunday Nov 2014

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry

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becoming, connection, conscious consciousness, divine, eternal, fearless, grace, knowledge, life, living, love, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, relationship, sacred intimacy, spirit, star crossed, stars, truth, value, wonder

a moment of holy
sacred divine
as light thru the memory
of windows
we were
remembered another
thought we became
a star not yet fallen
a wish not yet made
a beginning more tender
than words could endure
or touch
could be trusted
to keep

. . .

remains ~

23 Sunday Nov 2014

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bliss, breath, conscious consciousness, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, life, love, magic, memory, nature, poetry, reason, spirit, spirituality, sweeter now, truth, value, wonder

winter pulls
against my boots
(carry me away)
to plant my dreams
where now the wheat
turns grey
smoke
above an evening (rest)
lives I must have known
are gathered sweet
memories (to stone)
a verse
or two –
(remains of sins)
nurtured by the spring
ashes fall
(snowflakes) whispering

. . .