new england roses ~

08 Friday Feb 2013

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connection, destiny, fearless, forgiveness, fun, gravel roads, kentucky, life, living, love, memory, old maps, passion, postmark, reason, restless, southern, spirit, travel, truth, wandering, wisdom

down from the city
what a pleasant surprise
to find you at home
on my porch –
drinking the last cup of coffee
I wonder
what comforts you now
the same as before

wishing you back
and chewing on pride –
leaning to moments
forgotten to miss
I’ll do your laundry
and know of your eggs –
how you like them
I don’t
but I keep them
for this

soap
the color
of new england roses –
sweaters and denim
have softened with age
habits have
taken me
longer for letting
go of the pieces –
a half written page

sealed to a life
I can barely remember
was a time
before –
I was me
spinning in circles
drunken illusion
of where – and of when
we were going
to be

pardon the mess
had I known you were coming –
might have baked you
a cake –

or burned the house down

. . .

storyful wonder ~

07 Thursday Feb 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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becoming, belonging, bliss, fearless, grace, knowledge, life, living, love, nature, passion, reason, restless, soul signature, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, wisdom, woman, wonder

carve to my cup
hand painted finches
and mid-evil strings
of haiku
ten thousand traces
invisible graces
– truth come of nothing
when nothing
would do

quilt me a blanket
of storyful wonder
three times more red
than ever was blue
stiches so small
the past won’t unravel
wherever the future –
I’m taking it too

loblolly pinecones
cover the ground – as hands
to surrender the keys
stay for the telling
I swore to remember –
of spirits returning
their light to the trees

build me a nest
of lapis and whiskers
copper with sorrows divine
clear me a place
hung high in the timbers –
stay for the grieving
or leave us
behind

dusty then ~

07 Thursday Feb 2013

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becoming, compass, connection, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, gravel roads, life, love, nature, old maps, poetry, postmark, reason, restless, spirit, spirituality, understanding, wandering, wisdom

of roads
the not so traveled
were signs we knew the way
illuminated crosses
of goodbye
silhouettes and arms
extended –
get for me a ride

I long for places
never made the map

breathed into existence
by the way you said
their names –
weathered lace
against my burning skin
told me once we’d travel
out beyond the light
but held onto –
lest heaven steal away

mark the place
was here we passed
chasing some old dream –
I’ve spent a lot of time
without your eyes
staring back
from dusty roads
creekbeds hidden now –
bridges passing over
sweet refrain

fate decided
three times four –
and worn along the crease
a place forgotten not
by strangers then

. . .

whiskey magnolias ~

06 Wednesday Feb 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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becoming, connection, dreams, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, home, kentucky, life, love, nature, passion, reason, relationship, spirit, strength, travel, truth, wandering, wisdom

whiskey magnolias
and red rivers rising
carry me home
by way
of the south
eastward and skyward
take me Kentucky
where sunsets are gathered
to ferry me now

blackberry bruises
and two kinds of loving
made for me
saved for me
all I have known
fruit trees have taken
the worst of the winters
and words cling to pages
of story outgrown

passionate placement
of names before curses
sweet tea
and all day to dream –
light from the window
spills now the morning –
as love fills the places
we passed
in between

keep to your slumber
and I will be there –
tangled to threads
where reason fell through
dogwood and darling
nobody knows –
of roads I’m becoming
(winding my) way
back to you

. . .

two for one ~

06 Wednesday Feb 2013

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becoming, bliss, cherokee, connection, destiny, dreams, fearless, forgiveness, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, nature, old maps, passion, postmark, restless, spirit, truth, wandering, wisdom

muddy prints
outside the door
the only proof of leaving
hands against the window –
share my truth
velvet combination
is wrapped in purple leaves
and crushed beneath
the rafters by a wing

a holly bush
of laurel press
two for one
transgression –
telling not of ways
the lustful vine
of magic given berth
beyond
the edge of never knowing
worries for a moment
almost gone

remembered not
the going
swept in midnight fires
strangers held
against the evening night
keepers of the canvas
watchers on the wood
nightbirds touch –
and there the morning binds

question me your questions
answer me your call –
cool as willing rests
beneath my feet
prying eyes
as fathers guard
the pathway (come alone)
sworn to them my secrets
never seen

. . .

mender ~

06 Wednesday Feb 2013

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tangled
I’ve been tortured
by the want to tend it all
to leave my lowly mark
upon the world
soothe the heart
and stop the baby crying
for a while

to save the well –
and let the curtains
fall

trusted
with the harvest
buried with the seed
and watered
me the blessings
of the soil
waited
wailed
and wondered
was the first to know
their names
marigold
and venus –
righteous silver
queen

make my bed
of needles –
quartz and lazy pine –
move the night to make
the stars align
stitch my coat with passions
weaved along the way –
when wished I more
than e’er the world
could pay

denied ~

05 Tuesday Feb 2013

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becoming, bliss, dreams, grace, gravel roads, life, love, memory, nature, passion, postmark, reason, restless, spirit, struggle, truth, wandering

reason grows in patches
nested disarray
when bent to light
becomes misunderstood

for nights
denied the waking
a lover’s hands
to dream –
midnight folded round us
in the dark

of summers
were there e’er enough
to make up for the chill
breezes unrelenting
still they ache

. . .

iris ~

04 Monday Feb 2013

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becoming, bliss, connection, death, dreams, fearless, forgiveness, grace, life, love, old maps, restless, soul signature, spirit, spirituality, strength, surrender, truth, wisdom, wonder

whatever now
the thought has been
that I might die the winter –
and go to sleep
beneath the frigid wind
warmed below
an icy shawl –
tears would never melt
or blossoms see
their way again
to grow

of princes come
for me before –
and waited long this night
returning me a path
I’d never been
worn in places
some would say
they saw me fly one morning –
held within a stream
of northern lights

iris stands
two hundred strong –
naked in surrender
as dreaming
burst to life
another day
when words were fallen
easily –
as whispers to the dawn
withholding yet a place
to lay me down

. . .

sway ~

03 Sunday Feb 2013

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cherokee, connection, family, fearless, grace, gravel roads, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, reason, restless, spirit, strength, understanding, wandering, wisdom, wonder

wet leaves
scattered –
friend to foe
lunas into sorrows
flaming as the scarlet
black –
nature’s cabaret
silken souls
defend their woes
martyrs of the moon
whisper of the lying nights
nestled us between

cold beneath
the dapple light
spun amid the shadows
was come of love
when spring remembered fall
roses crushed to memory
– scents I used to wear
pressed into my hem –
a garden gate

cocked the head
of ravens –
ancient mercies
home to roost
with pieces wound
of juniper and jade –
silver voices rise
into the chilly mountain air
opal eyes reflecting
us as truth

. . .

the last hello ~

03 Sunday Feb 2013

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bliss, breath, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, life, love, moments, passion, postmark, reason, restless, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, woman, wonder

between the passing
month to month
may to january
were moments
kept to heaven –
by the way I said your name
the same as wild blueberry
muscadine
and peach –
cut my tongue on briar
burrs to skin

the last hello
unnoticed
thought there’d be one more
or two –
left the door unlocked
the windows bare
fashioned me
a favored key –
and hung it round your heart
kissed the place
of lullabyes
nonstop

of mystic ways
I held no sway –
knew not of the seasons
or whether love
could live beyond this dream
remembered as a whisp
of smoke
floated blue above us
strings to tie forever
to my soul

. . .