captive ~

18 Monday Mar 2013

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becoming, bliss, breath, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, life, living, love, memory, old maps, passion, poetry, postmark, reason, relationship, spirit, truth, wandering, woman

sew me here
as silence
willing captive
to your sighs
bring into your breath
my willing flight

storied resurrection
of a long ago
reprieve
given words
where none
the heart shall leave

curs’ed moon
for chances took
prophecies foretold
secrets falling
– quiet
to the cold

press me
as forever
to the places
you begin
burst me as a bloom
beneath your skin

. . .

warmer ~

18 Monday Mar 2013

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change, connection, death, destiny, earth, environment, grace, knowledge, life, living, love, nature, passion, reason, relationship, seasons, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, value, wandering, weather, wonder

the butterflies
are drifting –
as are stolen winter wings
were fated by a snowflake
left to die

northern
their progression
higher mountains
richer wines
tho journeyed now
to blossoms not quite bloomed

will doom the flame
from flaring –
the moth to circling
round about
in seasons
without home

who shall say
of these to loss
we might have saved them when
before we gave of lives
we didn’t know

gathered
as a blue bouquet
in treetops of the clouds
swimming out
beyond the evening fog

folded
to a hurried prayer
spoke before the sun
left to grieve
our souls –
another dawn

. . .

gentle lines ~

17 Sunday Mar 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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becoming, cherokee, connection, destiny, fearless, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, old maps, passion, postmark, reason, relationship, soul signature, spirit, spirituality, strength, time, understanding, wandering, wisdom

what of ways
I cannot change
a place before is still
what fool to think
the past
is ever done

stirs to life
a chilly night
wakes me up at dawn –
watches from the mirror
in the hall

of all I am
the more I will
be stilled by love endeared
beyond the silken shade
of raven rails

of names
that move my heart to swell
flush my eyes to tear –
memories of life
the river rolls

forever here gentle lines
retracing
across a many mile –
verses once I wrote
and gave away

age returns the seeker
to the place
where truth began –
flush against a baby’s breast
one day

written there
to stories –
every sorrow
every kiss – the future
blooms in petals
of the past

what of ways
I cannot change
a place before is still
what fool to think
the best
is ever gone

. . .

for the first time ~

17 Sunday Mar 2013

Posted by tornadoday in folklore, Poetry, Storytelling

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beyond
our remembrance
is another retraced
as we wander from dreams
– a thought out of place

forgotten the reasons
to go
as we came –
through the dark
as a light
without presence
or name

beyond
this desire
to become as we will –
some faint recognition
of where we have been
keeps us here
in the moment
we listen – we love

we learn
and pour to the way
of our soul –
crumbs in the shape
of warm golden sands
a reminder
to remember
when we pass here again

to touch
for the first time
these sorrows so sweet
of moments –
but one
moment more

beyond
this beginning
another we know
is writ
to the chapters –
our story retold
in a living of choices
a chance pulled away

paths
where another
has been

shimmers in shadows
familiar somehow
– as the hum
of our silence
when slipped past
the night

. . .

the way of reaching ~

16 Saturday Mar 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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becoming, bliss, breath, destiny, grace, knowledge, life, living, love, nature, passion, reason, relationship, restless, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, understanding, wandering

polished path
of pearl and jasper –
footprints gone the way
of wave
swirling spires
of ancient winters
imprint of the first
snowflake

anguished depths
of seaward canyons –
creeks are searching
still the proof
cross the meadows
through the mountains –
stormclouds ride
a steely truth

of early breath
the ocean thunders
as backwards flows
the virgin stream
life is passed
the way of reaching –
into the birth
of polished dreams

. . .

blur ~

15 Friday Mar 2013

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bliss, cherokee, connection, dreams, faith, grace, life, love, nature, passion, reason, relationship, restless, spirit, spirituality, truth, understanding, wisdom, wonder

was a moment
of surrender –
when fall became
the spring
as juniper –
a clash of snowy flakes

songs that I remember
in the silence
sang to me
a fallen lark
of nature’s arguing

o’er what was his
and where was mine
in all this circumstance
inchworms blur
the pages –
bleed the vine

tiny yellow seeds
are just
beyond my touch
tho sometimes
I can hear them in my sleep

making plans
for summer –
found a ribbon yesterday
will bind my heart
to petals
when they fall

. . .

rainbows ~

14 Thursday Mar 2013

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becoming, bliss, cherokee, connection, conscious consciousness, destiny, dreams, fearless, grace, gravel roads, life, living, love, meaning, old maps, passion, postmark, reason, remembrance, restless, soul signature, spirit, strength, truth, wandering, wisdom

beyond the scars
of venus –
I find you there each night
beneath the pines
along some silver shore
wearing names
I never knew –
(cept for one I keep)
there we live
as there we love
the more

for every life
was passed between
for every word unsaid
tides are breaking –
echoes spill the dark
as comfort o’er the longing
for one more day (or two)
leaves are falling
(rainbows)
souls into the light

beyond and still
within this realm
where dreaming (my embrace)
time is but a fleeting
thought to be
guarded by my pillow
worn the blankets mute –
cedars rise
(as altars) to the sea

of sweet abode
(o tender mine)
tis not so far away
could measure less
the countless times I’ve known
recalled to life
another there –
beyond the reach of tides
stars (forgot to shining)
still carry me
to home

. . .

my best ~

14 Thursday Mar 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

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anticipation, connection, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, life, living, love, old maps, passion, postmark, reason, relationship, restless, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, understanding, wandering, woman

I’ll call you
in the morning
when there’s all day to forget
the ease with which
my words are lost again
– the almost
didn’t say it
of another time I knew
yet spoke so soft
my secrets bruised
your skin

I’ll call you when
the sun is turned
warm against my face –
forsaken every chance
to move along
discovering
the only path
– tho how
I’m meant to wonder
with nothing sure –
sleep can’t hold me long

I’ll call you over coffee
and do my best
to breathe

. . .

melody ~

13 Wednesday Mar 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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becoming, bliss, cherokee, connection, death, destiny, faith, family, fearless, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, living, love, nature, passion, reason, relationship, restless, resurrection, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, understanding, wisdom, wonder

some day –
and there
forever speaks
in words we understand
pardoned by our differences –
true to one command

ignoring every reason
to betray these ties we own
when given one
our brother still –
tis more than flesh and bone

the sparrow
in his crowded roost
the locust just below
creatures all
but beating yet
a melody we know

was breathed to each
to make us one –
restores our faith to see
beyond the strain of living
is here –
eternity

in golden boughs
and tender haunts
our legacy begins –
as life beyond our living
comes the story
without end

forgotten curse
of seasons passed
in bitterness
and pain
gathered now
with earnest –
the reasons to remain

as part
of all –
within this grace
of places we define
no greater love
than giving –
shall tend the soul
divine

. . .

from here ~

13 Wednesday Mar 2013

Posted by tornadoday in folklore, Poetry, Storytelling

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becoming, bliss, connection, destiny, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, life, living, nature, old maps, passion, reason, restless, soul signature, southern, spirit, spirituality, truth, understanding, wandering, wisdom, wonder

from the first
I knew of loving –
was a truth
I swore to find
cowboy boots
and hand me down
sheets hung on the line

amazing grace
and one more taste
of night
before the dawn
promise poured to places
rarely seen
finger painted fortunes
prophets tell about –
heaven waits confession
of our dreams

a star or two
you never knew –
the universe from here
come the flame
I know by name
when nights are cold
and clear

melody of mandolins
as fireflies are spilled
– lanterns
glowing gold above the fields
wishes made
for more than time –
mapping worlds beyond
a compass pointing
gently to our need

take my hand
the water’s cold
the rocks just close enough
to memorize creation
in a fallen
constellation

– as seekers trace
the light to know
our love
…