lilac o’er the sun ~

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sweetersummers

when summer rains
are drifted
further than the moor –
into the place
where night
grows shorter still

into a favored lullaby
passion pleads replay –
silent notes
are written
as balms to yesterday

purple blue horizons
are feathered
past our stead –
as early now the autumn
twilight glows

against the torch forgotten
– a starting over come
wings to paint in lilac
o’er the sun

souvenirs of living
stories catch the breeze –
as daylight glistens softly
on the lawn

angels dance
atop the bloom –
winter kisses swarm
pouring light into us
– shine the ways
to home

. . .

Liebster and Others ~

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liebsterBefore I take care of the formalities of receiving this sweet award, let me acknowledge the many who have given me this (and other) awards, and hopefully, this one (divine) act will satisfy them all. I am hopeful and I am humbled.

Thank you…….to my beautiful friends – Mary, Willow, Soumyav, Linda, James, Wendell, Mira Jay, J. E. Lattimer, Blue, Leroy, Jaana, Paul, Larry, Dan, and Vimal. Forgive me in advance for rolling all of these into one post. Know that I love each of you far more than words could say, and am thankful for Mary for giving the latest award such that it served as a much needed kick to do something other than say thank you (although thank you is, hopefully, understood).

Thank you, Mary for your love and your light. I am graced by that which falls against my shadows. This reward is of no comparison to the graces you share with us here. ~ http://godisiam.net/

I believe you say it best when you say quite simply – namaste.

The rules –

1. Accept the award, post the picture of the Liebster Award on the top of your post and say who nominated you for the award and list their blog site. (Check)
2. List 11 random facts about yourself.
3. Nominate 11 other bloggers for the Liebster Award and list their blog sites. (Okay, you’ll either have to accept that I can’t count or that I think rules which define love are a waste of time.)
4. Notify the bloggers of their award.
5. Ask the award winners 11 questions to answer when they accept their Liebster Award.
6. Answer the questions left for you by the blogger who gave you the award.

11 facts
1. What I know. Some things don’t last forever, but some things do. Like a good song, or a good book, or a good memory you can take out and unfold in your darkest times, pressing down on the corners and peering in close, hoping you still recognize the person you see there. But always, that place, that person or song is there.
2. I am a very spiritual being.
3. My life is very blessed, such that I could not forget it if I wanted to.
4. I love. If there is one thing I know about myself it is this. It is not what I do, but who I am.
5. Morning is the time I enjoy writing the most. In that time, more than any other, words rush right past my hands.
6. I may not make a difference to a lot of people, but I can make a difference to a few. Since I don’t know who those are, I try to reach a lot. 🙂
7. There are no problems bigger than a person to love.
8. My parents live not far from me. My dad turned 80 last fall and suffers from Parkinson’s, and yet, he laughs. He loves and no matter how weak he might be, there is room on his lap and in his rocker for me. Home is where it is easiest to simply be, where love aspires to be nothing more (or less).
9. Nature is my cathedral of choice. It is there I hear angels most often.
10. I pray that I never live long enough to think I have learned everything. I pray that I am always a smile on the face of memory.
11. I am grateful for this place and these lives that have expanded to include me. I am quite positive that you grow tired of the word ‘love’, and yet there’s not a second choice word that does you justice.

11 questions
1. Why do you write? Because I don’t know how to not write. I am quite certain it would be easier to stop breathing. I am reminded of the answer to why does the caged bird sing ~ because he has a song.
2. Where is the one place you wish you could live? Actually, I live in every place that I have lived…..and love in every place I have loved. Beyond this life, I pray I live.
3. If you had the opportunity to go back in time to do whatever you wish, would you take it? No
4. What’s your writing process like? I don’t have one. I don’t question or wonder or plan. I write. Words come and I let them.
5. Among your work, do you have favorite poem? If so which one and why? Yes, and no. I have lots of favorites and some are posted here – deliberate pause, another me, where kisses fell, and one Kentucky (after all). They are all favorites for different reasons. I could no more choose a favorite than I could name a favored season, moment, or love in my life. Every day is the best day, every kiss the sweetest, every sunrise, the most beautiful.
6. What made you start writing? I wrote in college and then lost touch with it for a while. In 2001, a friend gave me a journal and all I had saved rushed forward to the page.
7. What is your favorite topic to write about? Life, love, truth, nature, and the beauty that sits just beyond the window’s edge. Remember – I write.
8. Who is your favorite poet or author? I’ve always loved Emily Dickinson, but also love e e cummings, Mary Oliver, and Lyn Lynfish.
9. What inspires you to write? Truth, love and divine (sweet) grace.
10. Is there someone famous that you admire? Actually, I admire anyone (famous or not) who chooses to make this world better, whether in little ways or big ones. We belong to one another. I admire those who love the job.
11. Which time period do you like the most? Early morning. Early afternoon. Late night. 🙂 All of them.

And finally, answer time: 05/13/2013 @ 12:50 a.m.

As for recognizing other bloggers, I am already extremely aware that I will miss someone that I don’t mean to. There will be someone that I love that is left from the list. Just know it wasn’t intentional, and that I love you (already) for any forgiveness you send my way.

http://foreverpoetic.wordpress.com Wendell loves such that his words glow. I, for one, am grateful.
http://liliessparrowsandgrass.com Dee writes with such grace and with divine gentleness. I am awe of her words and the love she breathes into them.
http://lindawillows.wordpress.com and http://lesplaisirssimplesdelavie.wordpress.com Linda and Cynthia (Cindy) share an extraordinary talent for marrying image to words, such that I am not sure which is the most envious of the other. Always, they take my breath away.
http://soumyav.wordpress.com Soumyav is a soul of pure white light.
http://jamesfielden.com James is an extraordinary writer, and a beautiful tender soul.
http://makebelieveboutique.com and http://sbsebring.wordpress.com Blue and Bob both make me think. Always, their words pull me to another dimension of thought, of understanding, of questioning. In your words, Blue, I have found the perfection that is being imperfect – the bliss that is allowance.
http://bluesander.wordpress.com Nessa is a sweet young, exquisite talent ~ a breath of innocence and strength (even when she doesn’t think so).
http://throughthehealinglens.com Robyn has a heart of a gold, and a soul in full blossom!
http://betweenpoles.wordpress.com Vimal is a dear sweet friend, and an amazing poet.
http://ladybluerose.wordpress.com Mary is a sister of spirit. Her love is a blessing.

And a host of others for no other reason than that I love them, and always their words inspire me, delight me, and move me. Thank you Dean, Martin, Lenise, Willow, Stephen, Dennis, Peter, Seb, Mira Jay, Vanessa, Tracie and Paul.

http://deanjbaker.wordpress.com
http://agapintheclouds.wordpress.com
http://iamleniselee.wordpress.com
http://willowdot21.wordpress.com
http://bumbastories.wordpress.com/
http://dcardiff.wordpress.com
http://grandfathersky.wordpress.com
http://beijomacio.wordpress.com
http://divinerhythm.wordpress.com
http://ordinarylifelessordinary.wordpress.com
http://tracielouisephotography.net
http://pjb1943.wordpress.com

*whew*

sweeter ~

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sweeterthis

more
the grace beyond this light
a sun beyond this moon
skillful as a lover
sworn to mute

salvation
just beginning
remembrance of bliss –
lie me not
with pieces of regret

fly my soul
beyond this night –
with stories told of us
eternity
made sweeter
by a kiss

. . .

some stories ~

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The Final Inspection

It’s the Marine, Sailor, Soldier and Airmen not the reporter
Who has given us the Freedom of the Press.
It’s the Marine, Sailor, Soldier and Airmen not the poet,
Who has given us the Freedom of Speech.
It’s the Marine, Sailor, Soldier and Airmen not the politicians
That ensures our right to Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness..
It’s the Marine, Sailor, Soldier and Airmen who salutes the flag,
Who serves beneath the flag,
And whose coffin is draped by the flag.

– – –

When a friend sent me these pictures and the above “The Final Inspection”,
I knew
I would share it, even if it took up all the space I had
such that I could never
speak again.

Regardless our views, it can never be thought that the best of life
does not come without a cost.  I am thankful to those willing to
pay.  For some, it is the choice
to believe in something
better than self – more than one man or one

voice can keep.

Some stories should be told; some tell themselves.

. . .

before the last sun
winks into the memory of the sea
will tides return me home
into your arms

Story #1

Story #2

Story #3

Story #4

Story #5

Story #6

Story #8

Story #9

Story #10

Story #11

Story #12

Story #13

Story #14

Story #15

ideals ~

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nearasnow

hope was born on a windy day
at seven p.m.
your sudden smile
illuminated the fog
of my ailing soul
heartache was an ever darkening bruise
that starlight could never heal…
your hands still try to work miracles
but you disappear as often
as moonlight on a stormy night
and through the ebb and tide of my need
you ride the waves of my salvation
like a pirate
caught between lust for rich horizons
and a part-time philosopher
in love with ideals

. . .

borders ~

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knowing

my love
let me become your ghost
a trace more discreet
than your warm shadow
let me follow you
over continents
deserted by human tears
shorelines beyond this solitary happiness
let me grow old agelessly
within the lifetime
of your images
that decorate my favored dreams
there in your eyes
the past looms forever hesitant
and in my undesired freedom
I will sing
of mourning the borders
of love’s embrace
if tomorrow
you stop loving me

. . .

just one kiss ~

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slow

If heaven I returned
for this –
and gave of longing
just one kiss –
Of lives before I traded in –
my silence for a song.
A rhapsody
so fleetingly –
became the best –
a part of me.
Else love be left
to haunt
the place you keep –

wherein the past
is new again –
the sweetest times (remember when)
I knew that you were going
yet you stayed –
to share with me
an endless dream
of moments (past)
as breath between.
Stories we’ve forgotten
now to tell.

Sunlight served
to melt away
words of love – I couldn’t say.
Faith to find –
direction in the dark.
Let’s just sit here
for a while –
I’ll trade the rest
for one more smile.

Dance with me –
I saved your song
for now.

. . .

stream of ~

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jaded

and here I am
in a place I never thought
when the nights were only started
and the sky – a younger
dark
caught between
and wrapped around
a gnawing in my soul –
a silence born
of negligence –
coffee growing cold
and there you are
wasted as a morning after beer
staring out at lessons
never come –
who am I
to change the sheets
who am I to smile
when all you keep is leaving –
forgotten how
to run

. . .

pictures of the past ~

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once

you stayed away
much longer than you meant
but I was waiting
near the window
(you could see me from the road)
and everything was still
the same
though years have bent us both
but something there
is just as it had been (before)
tho moments keep no pictures
of the past

I’d thought a time or two
of where you might have gone
did you make it to that diner
stayed up all night long
(to dance)
what engine held you closer
than I ever thought
I could
did you long for me
(forgiveness)
beneath a desert moon

I remember hearing
somewhere
you had lost your faith
and for nights
I prayed and worried of the road before
whene’er a storm would come
I’d speak your name (aloud)
and stare out at the darkness
everywhere
(and wondering)

it’s been a while
the place don’t look the same
(as then)
the orchard fell a year or so ago
the old porch swing
still sways (beneath the weight of memory)
there’s some things I don’t say
(I wish I could)

come inside
I’ll get some coffee brewing
what pride I may have had
was lost in yesterday
there are latches need replacing
and fields now gone (to seed)

I moved the bed
much closer to the window
I can lie awake
and count the stars
(you gave)

nothing’s changed
tho time has passed
(winters without asking)
no need to say
I’ve never locked the door
some might call me crazy
but most are gone from here

most all my life
I’ve waited for this day
you stayed away
much longer than you meant

. . .

once ~

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when now
the stars are clouded
by wonder
what is gone –
ships to sail
and other lives moved on
shadows spun
to silken web –
one more
might have been –
was left behind
and waiting for us
then

mysteries
decided by the setting
of our sun –
names were never spoke
above a sigh
touch beyond
the reach of hands –
secrets whispered still
– longing soars
beyond familiar skies

pages yet
unwritten –
await another start
spilled as sacred ink
where none can know
what of worlds
returning
where once a shadow fell
light before the first
we came to hold

. . .