not yet ~

22 Saturday May 2021

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a name upon my lips, freedom, grace, little words, love, poetry

had i
lifetimes
not yet
counted
one more sunday
in your bed
i’d break the lock –
to free my words
of rhyme
measured indecision
of moments
i’ve become –
lest verse
betray
the promise
of another
in your arms

. . .

broken trusts ~

21 Friday May 2021

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling, spirituality

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a jealous moon, circle of life, gifts of grace, intimacy, love, mystery, nature, spirit, story, time, wandering, want

I will search
on fertile banks
where marigold is nestled
startled by the rivers
loyalty

I shall reach
for tiny crescents
buried by the sand –
in broken trusts
twisted with my hair
I will wait
as I have waited
for the time
to find you there

did I tell you once
of paths I roamed
unknowing
with a dream
suffered want unholy
to dream again –
I shall wait

as nights
beyond the wandering
in places
I have feared
in afternoons
where sunlight comes
to play

. . .

raven ~

21 Friday May 2021

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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enough, evidence, just this way, let me, life, love, proof, reminders, truth, witness

let me be
until I fade
ragged edges flecked
with blue
a memory reliant
as unstable
let me be
shake me from these ashes
rattle with my bones
til a song emerges
cleanly
as one you know
let me be
til I am lost –
til I am
found

. . .

breathless ~

21 Friday May 2021

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality, Storytelling

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breath, home, longing, love, poetry, reason, seasons, spirit, time

in the hush
between seasons
heaven concedes
the fragile convergence
of story to wings
a wordless reminder
of some other life
where all that we kept
was an allegiance
to sky –
a thread
weaving darkness
to light

. . .

stutter ~

20 Thursday May 2021

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality, verse

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blessing, forgiveness, home, life, light, love, nature, seasons, sometimes, spirit memory, truth

once
when there was nothing else
I held you –
soft against my stutter
til you became
more of me remembered
than e’er my heart
could hold
quiet as dawn
upon the snow
then I was leaving
o’er and o’er again
leaving you
with everything I ever
knew to be
quiet in the sky
beyond the stars
you waited
til I was gone –
I could hear you
in the pines
in the quiet desperation
of wings against the night
pressed into the ether
my stutter
my surprise
was to find you once again
forgotten why I left
let me stay
remembering the wonder
of why I came

. . .

traces of remember ~

20 Thursday May 2021

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality

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a hand to hold, aligned, all I know, always we begin, awareness, been found, carry me home, closer to heaven than the stars, life, love, spirit

was never meant
to feign desire –
as years I put behind
of hands to fit
the same remorse as mine –
tis not so far
til I am found –
I’ve searched most all my days
for home I knew
awaited –
was more than just
a place

. . .

direction ~

19 Wednesday May 2021

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality, verse

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absolutes, destiny, direction, home, life, love, nature, stars, thoughts

had I some sense
of direction –
might I bind myself with rhyme
strapping feathers
to poetry –
longing to a compass
north I never knew
existed
but for a star who came
for me

. . .

proof of nothing ~

19 Wednesday May 2021

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beginning, chance, choice, death, destiny, fate, grief, life, loss, love, lovers, time, truth

time is but a careless lover
longing left
beneath the skin
pretty words
are proof of nothing –
destinies let loose
again

breath
resolved to indecision
– forsaken every want to feel
a choice to go
a need to linger
futures spent
in standing still

soundless cries
as silence whispers –
to ease the hurt
once feared the heart
mourning comes to steal forever
left to chance
the sweetest part

would the calm delay
my going –
ten thousand lives
before we end
time is but a careless lover –
longing trapped
beneath my skin

. . .

graces i have taken ~

17 Monday May 2021

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality

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all I really know, and still, before we understood, blessing, grace, life, love, naked truth, poetry, wealth, wildflowers

a golden stem
a temple bell –
an altar I have raised
tis here I bow
and here I place my hands
in prayer for place
for circumstance
would give your song to me
to fill a grand cathedral
and bring me
to my knees

a poem without rhyme
is all I have to bring
lines are naked
verses without shame
senses now awakened
to moments lived
apart
graces I have taken –
I have taken
in your name

walls of deepest cedar
floors are warped
by tears –
as holy once the wine
we passed between
the lips that mouthed surrender
tongue where truth
is grieved
love when there is nothing
would cleave your breath
from me

. . .

worlds denied a map ~

16 Sunday May 2021

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality

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constellations, destiny, divine intimacy, experience, home, life, love, mystery, path, spirit, stars, story

there are mornings
unimagined
worlds denied a map –
lands these hands
have wandered far to know
paths and constellations
arms to wrap around –
traces of a place
remains of home

a story worth repeating
as memory of grace
to see the moon
reflected in your eyes
clover made to blanket
blooms beyond the barn
I want to feel heaven
as I rise

. . .