morning sigh ~

10 Thursday Oct 2013

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bliss, breath, breath of God, connection, dreams, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, heaven here, knowledge, life, love, nature, old maps, passion, relationship, spirit, spirituality, truth, understanding, wonder

saturday
and nothing more
than a drive
into the mountains
counting miles
tis there that God sits tea

hunkered down
beside the banks
sings the tune of river
dancing laugh –
He waits the day
for me

blushing sky
of morning sigh
swarms atop the waters
pearly mist
as cool the kiss
of night

somewhere near
the melody
of take me back
to Eden
spinning round
to love’s sweet sound
within the arms
of Light

. . .

unforgotten ~

09 Wednesday Oct 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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allowance, becoming, connection, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, life, living, love, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, relationship, restless, spirit, star crossed, truth, understanding, wandering

dreams
here becoming
of moments allowed –
from times
unforgotten –
the ways we are now

as a drink
from your waters –
as an ache
to your touch
your kiss lingers lightly
– as a haunting
of love

where I was
now I’ve come
with all that I own
confessing
to shadows –
a long ways from home

in the places
you wander –
do you see me sometimes
in the movement
of venus –
where heavens
align

. . .

felt aloud ~

09 Wednesday Oct 2013

Posted by tornadoday in folklore, Poetry, Storytelling

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water settles
deep my sin –
as seasons over stone
as dreams of drifting
far above –
another to atone

green
the crush
of emerald banks
lace against the clouds
echoing a moment
of tender
felt aloud

keeps me here
reminding me
of days –
tho none the same
truth is sworn
to silence
and ne’er forgets
my name

. . .

a time to keep ~

07 Monday Oct 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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I’ve heard
them tell
of summer storms
beyond the reach
of winters –
of places where the spring
has gone to stay
wrapped around
a bitter bark –
falling into sorrow
a time to keep
of lifetimes
yesterday

held us here
with promise –
with want for one last time
a life reserved
if ever fate allowed
given will to gather
lest we choose
another way –
beholding not to
consequence
somehow

changing
as were seasons
passing us to years –
golden crowns
with ribbons furling grey
wherein our faith
is measured –
a truth
we carry still
of times we lived
for this –
another day

. . .

missed me ~

07 Monday Oct 2013

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

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bliss, connection, fearless, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, living, love, memory, nature, passion, reason, restless, self, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, wonder

wonder
steals my breath away
waiting for the sun
was sure to come
– tho still I held
the night

closer than
a midnight prayer
urging me to go
out beyond
the meadow –
into flight

thought
you might have
missed me
when the oldest star
came round –
a warmth of something
feels the same
as love

twilight sweeps
across the lawn
where earlier
the dawn
slept beneath the trees
and dreamed
of us

. . .

the same as night ~

04 Friday Oct 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

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might I help you
to remember –
of moments (all but gone)
how sweet the rain
(of words)
against the moon

of graces given
heart and soul –
(and when will you
return)
to chase the chill
another rhyme to bloom

as whispers
pass unspoken
the same
(most every time)
a promise scattered far
on ancient wings

willing us to wonder
did you know
(how could you know)
of birds
the same as night
ten thousand sing

their way across
a paper sky –
(once you told me why)
tho everything
(my everything)
has changed

deeper now –
the places kept
are tempered
into bone –
with all I know –
(familiar
falls) the rain

. . .

of moments left ~

04 Friday Oct 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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ivy claims
the dusty boards
run beneath my bed
beyond the dream
roots are taking hold
a somewhere
I’ve decided
is where I’ll spend
my nights

while keeping here
the best
of letting go

anxious breath
of moments left
of lifetimes there
we knew
calamine
and flannel
birch and bear
cold the ways of winter
let me hold you
closer dear

charcoal swans
are gathered
to the rise

silence
tells me everything
about the ways
you’ve come
and where you’ll go
when morning
shades my eyes

paths
of almost nothing
weave ambrosia
into light
and I am swept
with where you were
tonight

. . .

sanctified ~

03 Thursday Oct 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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destiny, faith, fearless, forgiveness, history, knowledge, life, living, longing, memory, mystery, reason, restless, resurrection, spirit, strength, understanding, value

the rain has come
atlantis
where are you gone
what legions knew
yet turned
your will away
separated
now again –
by miles
and men and more
yet still when nights
are cold –
I hear you pray

wherein the sin
you might have been
kept your lies
beneath
covers even now
the longer bed
an orchestrated
guillotine
sanctified by fire
broken hearts
around your skirt
are spread

o tell me
once again as I
this restlessness betray
to know the truth
was ever yours
to tell
ashes float
a solemn rift
voices rise beyond
spirits speak
of sorrows –
weaved into the veil

. . .

stories from afar ~

02 Wednesday Oct 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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breath, cherokee, connection, death, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, intimacy, knowledge, life, love, nature, old maps, passion, poetry, postmark, reason, restless, seeing in the dark, self, truth, understanding, unremembering, wandering, wonder

what worlds
we wandered years away
with nothing come
between
a star removed
of moments here –
as ancient ones
to dream

of lives forgotten
plans undone –
by wishes laid aside
for destines
of fear –
a truth denied

what souls
await already –
with knowledge
of our will
they call us out –
and listen for us
still

on frigid nights
the air is charged
with stories from afar
a promise
of returning –
where we are

choosing yet
some other time –
another way we came
to know
before our knowing –
ten thousand
stars
by name

. . .

watermark ~

01 Tuesday Oct 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

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becoming, connection, fearless, grace, gravel roads, kentucky, knowledge, life, love, nature, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, restless, seeing in the dark, spirit, strength, truth, wandering, wonder

The way it was
as worlds became
a distant memory of a spark –
was slipped away
(as kiss to kiss).
Nothing left but light to dark.
Rivers rushed into the sea –
tempests chased the scent of rain.
Vessels formed of dying leaves –
where love has been
it falls again.

Voice so clear
though seldom heard –
words to silent breath ensued.
Before the place we were
is gone –
drums shall tell of longing (true).
Westward winds
to fan the same –
carries us beyond the wing.
Beyond the stories
never told
another comes
(don’t mean a thing).

I was here –
I know for sure
but not for long (as years define).
I wrote of something
I can’t say
was but a fire – that fainting line.
Never knew –
no luck with names –
was started somewhere else
(my soul).
I often wonder what will be
remained of warmth
when I am cold.

To feel again
the same (as now)
mesmerized by dancing flame
sleepless nights to wonder (still)
from where we were
and why we came.
There’s no way to know
for sure –
when life is passed into the mist.
Who will speak
with honesty –
of love we knew – this sweet abyss.

A kinder tale –
I can’t recall
but surely there was more (to find).
Fever burned forgotten lives
when came anew
my eyes to blind.
As yesterdays
(a watermark)
faded soft beneath the glow.
Forever dreams
in memories –
a spark ignited
long ago.

2011

. . .