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

. . .

answered to my heart ~

06 Thursday May 2021

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

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a jealous moon, all I know, dreams, everywhere I am, gifts, grace, life, love, something here, time

while I dreamed
forever tilted….
and I was thrown from bed
betrayed by sleep
as voices filled my head
as mercies –
broke the window
crossed the lawn
forgotten to the arms
I prayed would linger
forsaken by uncertainty
gifted by the dawn

while I slept
there came another
life imagined
left behind –
packed inside a box
I couldn’t find
names I barely recognized
a photograph misplaced –
coffee was my solace
a mystery divine

while I dreamed
heaven emptied –
wishes floated to
the dark
but for one –
a single star for you
webs I’d spun to hold me
were answered to my heart
beyond the clouds
the sun came burning
through

bound to story –

04 Thursday Feb 2021

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality, Storytelling

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a jealous moon, a name upon my lips, acceptance, all I know, and still, becoming me, life, love, seeing in the dark, wisdom

when from our dreams
wisdom comes
life to empty shelves
a blessing to the seeker
with want
for something else

leather cords
and parchment sleeves
are poor disguise for truth
when given place –
a willing page or two

purpose bound to story
has suffered long the pen
as lifetimes passed
with will to wake
again

who for this
was meaning sought
line by precious line
what sweet desire
awaited us
this time

. . .

still –

31 Sunday Jan 2021

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a jealous moon, a light on the porch, do you remember, life, love, seasons, truth

of the ways I came
and here before –
you waited my arrival
kept the candle lit
beyond the cursing sun
wishing now
a welcome home
without the need for blaming
without the want to understand
the reason I was gone

no want for tears
we gave them all
and kicked the boards
for crying –
swore to never love
if love were true
passed a night (or more than one)
without a word between us –
spent the chill of winter
wide awake
and back to back

I wondered
as to moments –
longest time
til I would go –
how much of this
was more than fate –
to prove it wasn’t easy
years from love we loved
before the first
we came too late

straight back chairs
empty lockets –
swore the stars to secret
I left a crumpled note
beneath the bed
planted corn between the
vines –
and waited yellow roses
marked the ways
you knew me
one by lonely one

. . .

how could I have known –

25 Sunday Oct 2020

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality, Storytelling, verse

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a jealous moon, another life, distance, divine truth, forgotten path, love, memory, nature, time

the rain
remembers everything
the chill –
the warmth
the sun
she dances on my window
late at night
playing songs
forgotten me –
how could I have known
she shares with me
the memory
of winter’s sweet delight

buckets full
as creeks run o’er –
the river has no bounds
but for home
a lover seeks the sea
banks are lost
beneath the push
of pines against the waves
babies float
as ancients watch
for me

pure the smell
of mystery –
when flushed from neath
the clouds –
longing carved
to every standing stone
music rises
from the pound
of needles to the dirt
sins are lost
this wanting to atone

. . .