fault lines ~

09 Thursday Jan 2014

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tender still
these jagged reds –
fault lines bleeding through
have healed
and been reopened
time again
with want for more
than promises
need for recompense
what circumstance remains
to hold me here

what almost
fell to nothing
– a thread of saving grace
heads are bowed
hands
are folded so
gathered unto whispers
all that might have been
were letting go
a choice
to disappear

. . .

not for counting ~

08 Wednesday Jan 2014

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry

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you told me
(just today) you cried –
one night while I was gone
you cursed the moon –
for hurts (we felt)
alone

familiar
this returning
to questions unconfessed
dreams are
calling softly –
(dare I rest)

with verses
once I wrote
(I saw you on the lawn)
and fell asleep
your name
upon my tongue

secrets
not for counting
– blessings
(more than these)

you said
you cried –
for moments
(caught between)

. . .

folded ~

08 Wednesday Jan 2014

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what effort
this forever took
of moments yesterday
with dreams to keep
and others
put away

floated down
with autumn leaves –
asleep beneath the snow
with souvenirs
of everything
we know

maps across
and taken down
pages folded now –
names and dates
reminding us
somehow

seasons
of surrender –
but a sign
of journeys past
the ways to home
– a long way back
at last

. . .

worn away ~

05 Sunday Jan 2014

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry

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others tell
with names the same
of living
worn away –
lines retraced
– and all i’ve missed
of you

visions
almost faded
are dreams
we shared somehow –
with only these
– memories
too few

save a seat
where I might sit
in shadows of the throne
to reminisce
on moments –
held in place

keeping this
a secret mine –
of story once you told
a lifetime passed
– a night
within your grace

e’en now
my soul remembers
the beauty
of your voice
tho years have passed
between –
and now an end

to times
i thought
of coming back –
to find within
your arms –
all i was
of how you loved me
then

Author’s Note: I learned today of the passing of a dear
and old friend. Years have worn between, tho nothing lost.
Truth remembers everything – the same as new somehow.

Dates are
carved, but loving yet lives on.

Rest sweetly, dear Victor.

. . .

here ~

05 Sunday Jan 2014

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

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words
are scattered
o’er the page
others kept for naught
a distance
– more or less
as once
I thought

of letting go
the solitude
of ink beneath
each line –
songs without
the benefit
of rhyme

white
the twilight
whispers –
her icy tales of spring
tho here
and there –
a glistening
of wing

reminds me
how it is you knew
the ways
onto my will
breathing life
as warmth
into these quills

memory
defining verse
reason
found again
chimes are moving
– words
becoming
wind

the last time looking ~

03 Friday Jan 2014

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spools
and pearls
aging satin –
a pillow here
to lay your head
saved for me
the last time
looking
moments passed
with miles
ahead

tho twice the turn
of intuition
glances
but a whisper freed
knew not
why
my heart was broken
– why for you
my only need

gathered soft
for flight
or failure –
for wonders far beyond
this place
questionning
betrayed to answer
– how it was
I knew
your ways

tender now
the promise wearies
to stay
when there was more
to know
to keep of joys
which none could carry
– to rush beyond
the wanting
so

. . .

the way of march ~

03 Friday Jan 2014

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held not
the feather
falling –
the winter
from the chill
a long night
how I held you then
as pardon given
will

as ashes
blown the way
of march –
of april sons
and fathers –
who am I to question
what the passing
seasons leave

as noted here
no more than this –
eternity
we opened
an understanding
more than I can say
once we were
together –
might the warmth
recall me now

holding
still
to lifetimes
worn away

remember
lest I ask you
for a memory
or two
a time before
our touching
held a kiss –
angels bent
to tell us
where and when
the way
we knew –

of all was left
a moment more
of bliss

a dream to sleep within ~

02 Thursday Jan 2014

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dared again
the soul to tend –
one more wish
defending
the truth would come
– a dream
to sleep within
hastened by this evermore
spring recalls
the leaving –
morning brushes
winter
o’er my skin

sweeter
this arrangement
to speak
with silent tongue
to dream of places
crossed –
the same dark skies
touching on an
in between
I know you watch
the same
stars are falling
– we are realigned

. . .

call me home ~

01 Wednesday Jan 2014

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o tender heart
what distance tears
the keeper
from the seeking
what words
were never heard
(I hear them still)
tender as
ten thousand
tiny wings above
the timbers –
(call me home)
surrendered
as I will

o longing (stay)
within this breast
of all I’ve not forsaken
to know you then
– the path begins
anew
where and why
the truth
(is never gone
from us forever)
returning me
across the night
to you

. . .

lang syne ~

01 Wednesday Jan 2014

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sweet
the pull
of letting go
another time
remembered –
as soft the winds
to carry me
away
into the breath
tomorrow holds
a bit
of ne’er forgotten
holds me still
– a star
within the frey

of curtains
to the window drawn
blankets
pulled around
as secrets echoed
fondly
by the night
memory for holding
– lest I keep
the best of these
beyond the reach
of love
into the light

. . .