stars all around ~

24 Wednesday Oct 2012

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there’s a moon
on the pasture
hoarded by willows
who told of another
to balance the blues
silvery shades
of pewter and diamond
ripples regarded
as glass looking through

tis a world
of unraveled
the seeds from the soil
the wish from the falling
of stars all around
poetry plucked
from pointy black fingers
briars embracing
the blossom of sounds

meticulous verse
at the heart of our musing
pushed from these hands
to the soft folded wing
enchanted by story
of journey releasing –
words without rhyme
ten thousand to sing

as bark sets the future
of cider to winters
patterns to pass
from light years to why
there was more to the water
than drink for the pasture
a mirrored confession of love
for the night

. . .

remembers ~

24 Wednesday Oct 2012

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of a day
unremembered
(not the same) as before –
and numbers turned over
as a note by the door
of the things
worth our missing
when the light burned away
and darkness came long
to recover our place

as we stood
with our arms round another
(we were)

of these stones
to be written –
and dates (we don’t care)
what is real
of the world we created (one day)
reality burns as the quiet takes hold
(and no one remembers)
your name

as music
resounding
from distant refrains –
dance cut of cedar and pine
wishes (laid down
by the side of the bed)
and love
sworn to find us
(divine)

who are you (now)
I can’t say for sure
was there ever a time when I knew
the light(ness of being)
the fire burning (yet)
as wilderness grew
in your place

still (as the one)
forsaken (no more)
as a word bent to ear
(on the ways) to become

I shall live as a story –
of how we were then
(when I lived)
as I loved –
you (remember) again
…

stitches `

23 Tuesday Oct 2012

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a sudden bloom
of autumn brushes –
silver ribbon wrapped
the blue
was pulled atop
my morning stutter –
bled my heart
with thoughts of you

pulled aside
the muddy shoulder
watched as life went streaming by
held for years
the need for saying
let me go –
or let me fly

take of these
these fragile pretties –
something more
beyond the rise
gypsy moon
and blackbird switches –
thorns grown over
sweet goodbyes

prop the window
up with promise –
drifting past
the place once knew
eighteen shades of red
to sunday –
somewhere now
they grieve the truth

bible verses
tattooed scripture –
rings my wrist
reminders still
of where the perfume
crossed my longing –
drunken skin –
impatient will

stolen clovers
luck for nothing –
crushed beneath my naked toes
searching signs
a black horizon –
start the wind
and let me go

…

gathered ~

23 Tuesday Oct 2012

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in warmth
where the last of the sunlight
was gathered –
smothering snippets
lay fast by the door
and watched as permission
was given the rose –
fell as a shadow
of breath to the floor

as grace to seclusion
the running around –
as locks almost rusted in two
tasked as a hinge
fell away from the rest
and all that we held
by the passing into

retrieved
from our solace
as mittens and coats
wrapped velvet arms
through our own
choosing the path
so silent – our boots
when met with surrender
in moments alone

becoming to pass
as essence to wind
and breezes to swirl somewhere new
sunlight makes waste
of eternities planned –
as floors
without memory
of someone we knew

in the hush
before waking –
the sweetest of dreams
is spoken
as gold welcomes night –
names find a corner
for keeping our best
weaving a memory
of breath
into light

unsettled ~

23 Tuesday Oct 2012

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soft as the sound
of secrets unsettled
pushed through the needles
(much thicker than most)
and sank as the road
turning from asphalt –
to gravel – to dust
into green

bent down by waiting
and pressed to the edges
memory swept to the river
like change from the bar
(ash from the smoker)
remnants of habit
circles made scarce

as light switched to flame
in passing my window –
and sat I too long
in the afternoon sun
still in this grace
of missing confessions
a warmth as familiar
as swords through the pines
held to the corners
another night’s quilt

planets take shape
in the wish of forever
was given us paths
uintended to show
of touching (so tender)
the light hardly noticed
were stories retracing
the lines of my soul

a pardon of needles
ten thousand much more
than the one of before
when we laid here the night –
forgotten to maps
our returning

as light streams
the forest with colors
to secret –
and rivers run closer
to home

…

no matter ~

23 Tuesday Oct 2012

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had the spring
succumb to winter
and held the dreamer near –
on the way
to our becoming more
than e’er a moment here

when passed into eternity
as one more breath
come I –
as rain where’er the ground is full
as whispers from the sky

of wondering
what words were kept
in stillness to your soul
would curse the choice returning –
this longing to console

of all and then
how much of will –
this mystery shall prove
and held beneath the silence
of a sigh

let summer melt
to steal our sleep –
with visions of tomorrow
as come the softest point of love –
when wonder sits
with sorrow

know
as I have known you
lest you put the truth away
or make of less in leaving –
the blessing of today

the lowly crest
of virgin song –
so sweet these morning stars
love remembers us
the same
no matter where
we are

…

golden pale ~

22 Monday Oct 2012

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of these ancient bones
and dirt poor roads –
paths denied me
leaving
were none to find
of left behind
awaiting to atone

as softly as a morning swoon
fingers to the curtains –
were lifted high the veil
of almost gone

speak to me of symentry
and places not forgotten –
leaning walls
and papers golden pale
spin for age the legend
of where we love forever
as distance I might come
to find you still

silver leaf
and poems started
now their jagged voice
betrayed –
light for me
the candle
was meant for kinder days
and where I was
unknowing – set me free

plant the seed
and crush the tiller –
seal the cross
with scarlet woes
mend the fence before I wander
back into –
the ways I know

. . .

falling ~

22 Monday Oct 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Awards, Poetry

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Of those who’ve come to know me, you know that I struggle with the words. While some come easy, rarely do I find words that can express the depths of gratitude I feel when someone gives to me from their heart. Most often, I tend to brush it off, which I shouldn’t do. For in brushing it away, I’ve left at least one with the feeling that I didn’t care. That is far from the truth.

I care perhaps more than most can imagine. I care to the darkest recesses of my heart, the wildest river from my soul. I have lost many a night’s sleep over misunderstandings and moments of rejection. I feel and I love, and I am way past the point in my life where I feel any need at all to apologize for either.

And so, with the wish to receive and to pass along the light that is love, I accept these nominations (one from Wendell and one from Mira) with profound humility and appreciation for that which I have been given through their presence.

Ligo Circle of Appreciation

First things first. My undying gratitude to my dear friend, Wendell Brown, for reminding me not only of the truth that is love, but for periodically reminding me of who I am and the gifts I am tasked with sharing. For the gift of his friendship and strength, I am indebted. Thank you for nominating me for this lovely award, Wendell.

The yearly Ligo celebration happens every summer solstice in Latvia. At this time we adorn our heads with Ligos of flowers, oak leaves, grasses and plants (which, is SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO very like me). We join circles around bonfires and celebrate life, and our appreciation of each other.

Ligo Circle of Appreciation
For more information, click on
(ESENGA’S VOICE – Ligo Circle of Appreciation (http://esengasvoice.wordpress.com/2012/10/01/ligo-circle-appreciation/)

Here’s how it works:
*Complete this sentence about blogging: “A great blog is…”
*Refer back to the blogger who invited you
*Invite 2 bloggers to join the Ligo Circle of Appreciation on a post

Moving on –

A great blog is one that moves us to think, to feel, to know what we didn’t know before. A great blog moves us to give unselfishly of our gifts.

With that in mind, I invite the following to join this circle of Ligo. The hardest part of acceptance is figuring out which way to turn in passing the torch. But both of these writers offer me more than words – theirs is home in ways I find hard to put into word.

James – When I’m not sure of where to look, James always knows. His words point me the way in kindness and love, and in an understanding that it’s not always easy, but it’s always easy. Yes, I know and he knows. Visit James at – http://thewayhome.me/

Dee – It’s comforting to know there’s another much like yourself ~ someone who sees the same patterns in the leaves and feels love beyond the reach of normal wisdom. Dee personifies that which beauty aspires to be. Visit Dee at – http://liliessparrowsandgrass.com/

One Lovely Blog Award

Thanks to Mira Jay for passing this beautiful bouquet my way. Always, I see light in your words and peace in the gifts you share so freely. I know you and you know me……..for surely many roads have shared our name. Thank you, dear dear friend.

And since she and I are so much alike, I am taking queue from her and passing these nominees to your loving and capable hands, that you might find that which waits your heart to bloom.

Thank you again, Mira….. each day, I love you more.

– http://ladybluerose.wordpress.com – for strength
– http://knowthesphere.wordpress.com – for vision
– http://deanjbaker.wordpress.com – for passion
– http://pjb1943.wordpress.com – for understanding
– http://lindawillows.wordpress.com – for light
– http://dpbowman.wordpress.com – for laughter
– http://ordinarylifelessordinary.com – for magic

And because I will miss them – for Jane and Jeannie (for courage)

– http://janeannethorne.wordpress.com
– http://thewriternubbin.wordpress.com

~*~

“I have spent my life seeking all thats still unsung.
Bent my ear to hear the tune, and closed my eyes to see.
When there was no strings to play, you played to me”