speaking my life ~

09 Thursday Apr 2020

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acceptance, age, essence, legacy, life, love, poetry, story, time, words, writing in the dark

professing love for me_edited

these
are the verses
speaking my life –
too many more
I dare not complain
of the ways
I may go without saying
a word
breath I might find
has forgotten my name
– the smell
of blackberries
left on the vine

. . .

light of consciousness ~

30 Monday Dec 2019

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age, choice, consciousness, dreams, life, light, love, memory, remorse, seasons, sleep, time

come now

sleep folds
her tender locks
around me
and that which
I worried o’er is lessened
scattered atop
an ancient spread –
I cling to the light
of consciousness
fretting a moment
for all
I’ve forgotten
to save

. . .

stories of the coming back ~

24 Tuesday Sep 2019

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling, Uncategorized

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age, blessings, lessons, life, love, seasons, time, truth, wandering, where was I remembered, wondering

rememberthis

for longer
than I dared allow
a whisper claims my sleep
an echo of my longing –
silent chords

branches bang the shutters
as quietly I creep
cold these native feet
upon the boards

searching out
the answers
where my love remains
stories of the coming back
to wonder why we came

shadows dance
a drunken waltz
of lives before I woke –
days and dreams returning
for my name

. . .

verse erased ~

29 Monday Apr 2019

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age, death, grief, honor, life, love, memorium, relationships, remembrance, time, truth

beyondmenow

will I remember you
as sunlight –
swept atop the waves
as tears
my heart neglected –
were never yours to save
will I barter still
this shallow breath
for pages old and faded now –
for one more line
another grace allowed
a place to be
by verse erased
as lifetimes spread to days between
our last goodbye
as fate returned –
the dreamer
from the dream

. . .

Jonathan Mark Lundquist
1956-2019

set aflame ~

26 Friday Apr 2019

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age, endearing, gathering, grace, home, life, love, memory, moments, promise, time, truth, where I am whole, wisdom

my trust

in time
the past will blur
and I will dream no more
of empty fields
whispers set aflame
I will gather then
unto me
moments without place
touch I swore to bear
beyond the grave

. . .

into fading ~

12 Monday Nov 2018

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

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age, breath, dreams, life, light, love, mystery, nature, snow, time, winter, wishes

cottage home 2018

how long I’ve spent
in looking back
to a place just out of view
to years before
I counted –
a time before I knew

of light
by shadows mingled
lanterns along my spine
wonder held in boxes
– for a moment
all was mine

as stardust into
wishes –
a promise yet to keep
snow became a lover
– dreamed me back
to sleep

. . .

beyond the reach of us ~

16 Thursday Aug 2018

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age, blessings, days between, dreams, home, life, love, moments, muse, seasons, story, time, writing

wherestillIknow

he thought i was an angel
the evidence of grace –
an evermore he daring
dreamed –
with ink to score
the page

he warned
of time and certain tears –
I pretended not to know
of days beyond the reach of us
a place too far
to go

he pressed to me
and I to him –
in curs’ed rite
of storied bliss
recalled another coming home
with vows of tenderness

. . .

made easy by the night ~

08 Wednesday Aug 2018

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age, assurance, blessing, country, distance, forgiveness, gifts, home, in my bones, life, love, spirit, time, truth

come now

lean against the longing
of one more moment here
a place to stay
without the need
for waiting –
the need for some forgiveness
(dare we ask again)
the want for home
(another me)
come in

lean against this promise –
made easy by the night
a candle glowing
ash upon the lawn
whene’er it comes
where’re it lays
(on sheets) the scent
of summer sun

the dawn will bring
assurance
of ten thousand yesterdays
we talked of this
returning
lest you find me
(just this way)

leaned against the kitchen sink
staring down the road
(forgotten every reason
not to stay)

. . .

before the heavens gleamed ~

22 Friday Jun 2018

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age, dreams, home, light, love, promise, sacred intimacy, silence, story, time, years

dizzy

reason slips
a negligee
of bloom across
the floor
a lowly sigh
of lullabye
beckons me
once more
as firelight
and where was I
before the heavens
gleamed
another me
made famous
in your dreams

. . .

proprietary weakness ~

21 Thursday Jun 2018

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age, blessings, constellations, dreams, life, love, memories, presence, seasons, spirit, stars, time, wishes

closerthanthestars

I remember well
the season –
mercury and venus
a watchful moon
still takes my breath away
counting time by wishes
made for one another
whispers
folded round us –
stay

I’ve reached the age
where years no longer matter –
fissures to a dream
another page
moments I remember
a proprietary weakness –
I pass the field
we loved in
every day

. . .