bruises indigo ~

11 Tuesday May 2021

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling, verse

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acceptance, ache, blessing, destiny, fate, feeling, life, love, poet, spirit, story, truth, verse, writing in the dark

there’s an hurt
beneath my spine
a tiny spot of grief
a shadow of remorse to most unseen
curves against my leaving
til I can barely stand –
a part of you
I’ve not the heart to glean

was there a time
decided –
a lot I chose to take
a card misplayed
lines from north to south
written to the margins
there for all to see
how I love
and how I live without

folded into verses
wherever ink is spilled
my will is bent
all my fingers ache
bruises indigo
are evidence of truth
ego sleeps –
tho my heart
is wide awake

. . .

missing ~

20 Tuesday Apr 2021

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality, verse

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a hand to hold, ache, age, grief, life, live, love, memory, missing, sorrow, soul, spirit memory, time, touch, trust

somewhere I know
you’re missing me –
I feel it in my bones
thick as blood
the curse of love
some other to atone

some other truth
an ageless lie –
to me they taste the same
as chicory to brandy –
memory to flame

somewhere
there is no faulting –
or life to intercede
somewhere
we sleep as one
in fields of green

beyond the reach
of wanting –
for another hand to hold
somewhere
the heart remembers
how I miss you
in my soul

. . .

a dream to ease the others –

14 Sunday Feb 2021

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a name upon my lips, a time for telling, abundance, ache, all I know, dreams, love, story

give me now
the ache to ache
the fear to feel
no longer
a place forgiven
laid to rest
a place where empty stands
a dream to ease
the others
should e’er I dare
forget
a life where waits
the living
a hand within
my hand

. . .

longing ~

04 Tuesday Jun 2013

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ache, becoming, bliss, cherokee, connection, destiny, grace, knowledge, life, living, nature, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, restless, resurrection, soul signature, spirit, spirituality, truth, wandering, wisdom, wonder

by others I was known
do you recall
my name
ash and honeysuckle
maple
cedar
rain –
stayed with you
lay with you
how it was you knew
the same I was
as yesterday
you knew

the ache of
where we’re going
as pulled into the night
spilling over canyons
with our light
flush against
your wonders –
swollen heart to please
carved by your initials
my release

into the song
almost unsung –
birds of chatter cling
above the boughs
where once
we loved –
do you recall
my name

. . .