darling ~

18 Friday Jan 2013

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becoming, cherokee, destiny, fragility, grace, gravel roads, life, love, moments, nature, passion, poetry, reason, restless, spirit, spirituality, strength, understanding, wisdom

diamonds rip
the rafters –
and let the sparrows in
muddy straw
and no one saw me there
trading stories
one more time
of who we were before
led us now to riches
a sky of royal flame –

daffodils of ancient lore
by others I was known –
a line was drawn
between eternities
written down
to virgin sands –
washed beneath the flood
ages bent to stolen
reverie

deeper there
the river swelled
darling of the forest
sang the day to sleep
most every night –
swam within the milky way
and wondered where I’d be
building nests
and pressed against
the sky

my way ~

17 Thursday Jan 2013

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raptured
by the journey
resistance of before –
icy plains and parched
exteriors

weathered lines
wore me down –
bleach and blind
the same
more for every snowy
white december

breathless
consequences –
of justice we have naught
will leave them there
forgotten
by our kind

sometimes I’m
reminded of ashes
blown my way –
and destinies
now weaved into
my soul

. . .

waterfalls ~

16 Wednesday Jan 2013

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becoming, connection, dreams, fearless, grace, gravel roads, life, love, old maps, passion, poetry, spirit, truth, understanding, wandering, wisdom

a shade of grey
between the boards
remains of waterfalls
and silent there
in other times –
a dreamer fell to sleep
were mysteries
becoming me
or truths – as gods undone
twilight pools
in maple boats
somewhere east I am

as ancient seas
the careful breeze
is matched by one to this
home no more than once
before I came
born to ordinary
daffodils and pine
kitchen filled
with wonderful –
clothes to crowd the line

a casual communion
of thoughts the prophet mourned
and hard the backs
where held the hands to pray
tears still taste
of somewhere
else – empty satin shores –
ages worn as covers
to the couch

without regard
to weather –
you left with me your coat –
and stuffed into the pocket
every line
of sweet imperfect whispers
wrinkles on the night
when said I love you
more than I recall

bring your will
to harness mine –
your lips these truths to fold
gathered as the gold
from younger fields
mystery of
everything –
knows one more of me
is reading from your pages
writing your release

. . .

forever (more) ~

16 Wednesday Jan 2013

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were coming back more
than asked of forgiveness –
no one would blame me
for running (away)
picking through pieces
were left of the ruins –
fashioned to story
with nothing to say

longer the leaving
than ever I wanted
destiny cooled in a cup
by the sink
wishes and wondering
(how will I know you)
when lost are these verses
of breathing to ink

you and your highways
while I – to the back roads
dust on your face
are briars (my own)
willed to remember
nights without shadow
reach me
(to teach me)
another way home

a place on the map
a weathered remembrance
heaven and earth
were switched in our stead
light streamed
as moments of angels
(and demons)
pressed in our pressing –
and stored ‘neath the bed

tho winds
yet were blowing
to seasons (unnamed)
by graces retracing
ten thousand (too few)
sunrise decided
in our rush to discover
time without memory
of (just) passing through

leave me the river
and take of your oceans
I’ll keep the lantern
(and give you the sun)
where are the stones
we laid on tomorrow –
coming back sweeter
into love
(we’ve become)

. . .

topaz ~

16 Wednesday Jan 2013

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help me
to give you
the music of making
more than one sunrise
more than one
song

leaves
the color
of jasper and topaz
bloody red color of choice
as I was
written to sunsets
before

painted to circles
and splashes of light
outside the lines
remained
of the heart

chased as a feeling
from shadow
to shade
cooled in the places
you are

favored companion
white linen tapers –
a wind of a whisper
somewhere

fearless to fly
past the edge
of remember
confession of colors –

tis the only
we dream

the heart of surrender ~

15 Tuesday Jan 2013

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the spinner
of light
burns paisley to shadow
forward and back
as waltz into flame

the memory of heat
at the heart of surrender ~
a warning spilled soft
from yet silent
mouths

sonnets etched
in the rush to remember
black velvet coats
of royal recall

skirted the night
in search of another
saved from detection ~
where burning
we sailed

. . .

worn ~

15 Tuesday Jan 2013

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beyond
these distractions
of pillar and pause
easy financing
of all we could want –
will finds a way
in the silence for speaking

yet muffled the voice
of the heart

wrapped in confusion
experience worn –
each to its own time and place
fated regard of
temporal illusion –

were not for the seeing
we saw

wasted as time
stole away with the clock
woke but a moment
too late
counting possessions
from memory they were
and swore not to dreaming
again

lest something
be missing
was not on our list
how could forever be gone
when kept on the shelf
with things
we have not –

lifetimes forgotten
to live

lost in the leaving ~

15 Tuesday Jan 2013

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blessings in sorrow, close, connection, destiny, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, life, love, memory, reason, relationship, self, travel, truth, understanding, wandering, wisdom

a wave
through the window
as life pulled away
for moments
your hand on the glass

reasons I’ve yet
to remember the same
– lifetimes returning
too fast

to eyes out of focus
grace without fear
to know
as I know
what was waiting
me here

were you lost
in that leaving
or felled by the light
as the sun burned a scar
to the glass

questions
unanswered
by distances come
in a blink –
was eternity known
left as a warmth
on a still fragile day
reason –
much harder
to own

a gift
when hands
found truth
in the touching –
a wave reconciled
to the last

unsettled ~

14 Monday Jan 2013

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of dying
I have but a faint
recollection
gathered in pieces
of living before
sometimes a flood
of almost not memories
of people and places
I’ve known
yet I don’t

exactly the moment
but there in my keeping
a moment unsettled
was yet to be dreamed
how is it I’ve passed
into newness
becoming
and kept of the leaving
some worries undone

a flaw in the story
was stumbled in finding
mornings of lifetimes
within the same sun
nights
as the moon
lay on my shoulder
stars – an illusion
I named every one

slowly but surely
threads to unravel –
knotted so many
the charms working free

from all
that we wondered
unchanged by the dying
are faraway traces
still living in me

shades of cedar ~

13 Sunday Jan 2013

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acceptance, becoming, breath, conscious consciousness, destinies, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, living, love, morning, passion, relationship, silence, solitude, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, understanding, wisdom

were there storms before
we lasted –
and now the signs are gone
scars remain
but not with thought to loss
or changes due
their coming back
stories writ by time
sweetened now by tenderness
and truth

forgiven are the choices
were come the sake of love
would not I know
I’d make the same again
flush against the feeling
blossomed by the bliss
wishing long on stars
still hang the sky

lace is streamed
from evergreen
robins crowd the yard
where morning bread
was scattered from the porch
silhouette of winter shapes
the fences falling down
I sit awhile
wrapped in solitude

a quilted patch
called living
no pattern but of love
tiny hands once stitched
and cursed and made
destinies to warm me
more I’ve yet to see –
coffee cold
but still it makes me sing

where we were
we are the same –
as silence keeps the dawn
showers fall
and there the seeds
redeemed
quietly the sunlight stirs
life in shades of cedar –
witness to the waking
pulls the love
around

. . .