somewhere ~

04 Wednesday Apr 2018

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry, spirituality, Storytelling

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beginnings, beyond the knowing, carry me home, life, love, meadow, nature, orchard, redbud, tennessee, truth, woods

manchesterspring2018

how weary I
the seasons pass –
a burst of blush removed
beneath a sky
of thunderbirds –
above a birth of stone
silence weighs against me
as echoes fill the space
was once my heart
now my roots
have reached beyond the moment
beyond the mountainside
an orchard blooms
somewhere
within my name

. . .

Photo: Spring in Tennessee 2018 by BW

between the dust and day ~

04 Wednesday Apr 2018

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choice, death, dreams, home, hope, knowledge, life, love, nature, seeing in the dark, spirit, time

inlove

I’m not afraid
of falling –
that’s never been my style
though often I have sensed a willing pull
into the great
of all unknown –
a mystery becoming
at once my flight
my death –
my open arms
filled with something
more than life
more that time and tease
a wealth I knew
do you recall the way
my breath was lost in moments there –
between the dust and day
between the will
of falling
unafraid

. . .

the last forever ~

03 Tuesday Apr 2018

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

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acceptance, bargain, broken, dreaming, forgiveness, home, life, loneliness, love, repentance, time, wealth

gracesreturned

it’s not the way
I’d meant to say –
the way I meant to leave you
was not the plan
you’d understand
if e’er you knew my faults
for staying here
for one more year
one more night of dreaming
of faraways
when another day
you’d wake to find me gone
with nothing sure
so insecure
was the line we crossed together
of rights made wrong
we strung along
beyond the last forever

. . .

memory ~

28 Wednesday Mar 2018

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breath, home, life, love, remembering, reminders, sacred intimacy, spirit, time, truth, where we remain

lock

make of love
a memory
that I might steal away
whene’er the locks
are lifted
from my door

take of me
the best I am
and give it back one day
whene’er my heart
recalls the will
for more

let me feel
anew
the burn
of need I shall not name
let longing come
to know me
as before

. . .

one more walk beneath the pines ~

28 Wednesday Mar 2018

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, home, Poetry, Uncategorized

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acceptance, eternity, life, love, nature, silence, time, treasure, truth, understanding

afriendofdark

had I need
for one more time
one more walk beneath the pines
gathered to a world
beyond the light
listening as darkness
nestles into sleep
a wordless dream
beyond my meager sight

remnants of another
where I am free to fly
above the cliffs –
ragged walls of stone
as flutters seep
my consciousness
with restlessness and awe
a wanting deeper still
than breath or bone

silence
is not so silent
for the soul atuned to hear
the sound of one heart singing
in the night
the quiet breach
of fallen leaves
betrays the gift of birth
the joy of falling
sweetly
into life

. . .

Photo: Palm Sunday at dusk.

ides ~

27 Tuesday Mar 2018

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a place for us, blessings, divine feminine, dreamer, love, nature, seasons, spirit, truth, worth

would fever claim
the month of March –
or swear an oath
for keeping
as April sweats
in summer blush
to leave the dreamer
weeping

. . .

confessing to the almost ~

27 Tuesday Mar 2018

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling, Uncategorized

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fragile space, lessons, life, light, love, moments, sometimes, spirit, time, trust, understanding, whole

another time

how bare
these fleeting seasons
wherein our passion lies
as dungeons black
was there the martyr fell
confessing
to the almost
didn’t make the news
a love without the need
or strength to tell

between the will
for one more day –
an hour
more or less returns
taken from the ending to repent
sins denied their pardon
cling to me at night
– longing warms
despite my best intent

wishes
I’ve decided
are rarely worth the rub
as moments seed the heart
with lets pretend
a boy I knew
my best to love –
flames anew sometimes
when breathed aloud
a silent might have been

. . .

flawless ~

26 Monday Mar 2018

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beauty, imperfection, life, love, mystery, seeing in the dark, sight, soul, spirit

of moments
left uncertain –
to the turning of a hand
are graces I was given –
I have want
to understand

who I am
a miracle
of everything and none
flawless imperfection
in this spirit
I’ve become

give me grace
unfinished –
no more
or less than I
to speak with truth
and tempt my soul
with sight

. . .

nothing quite so simple ~

24 Saturday Mar 2018

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faith, growth, guardian, journey, life, love, more, mystery, presence, promise, seeing in the dark, seeker, spirit, the way, understanding, wanderer

grace (2)

for every you
encountered
upon this mortal plain –
some other me
was buried on the way
another vow
though misconstrued
of when or why
we came
seeking something more
to understand
though nothing quite so simple –
nothing we can prove
to those who swear allegiance
to everything
we knew

. . .