words I wanted back ~

12 Friday Aug 2022

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almost always, grace, life, love, poetry, still, trade for more, words

had i wishes
yet to squander
graces
mine to give
smiles without a reason
to concede
kisses left for ransom
give and give some more
half the cost of letting go
was every sigh
between
the place we fell
fate for trade
when nothing more was come
grief to stain my pillow
dig the hole
fill my heart with daggers
words i wanted back
to ease the hunger
building
in my soul

. . .

translation ~

31 Friday Dec 2021

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling, spirituality

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a light on the porch, all I really know, almost always, and still, beyond the dark, breath, close enough to touch, closer now to heaven than the stars, do you remember, love

roses are sweet
though I can never tell
the point where
essence is lost
table top manners
and looking glass gold
frail as these fingers
to hold

repent me
no longer –
were nothing but skin
succumb to your waiting
again

mystic translation
of who I became –
bartering breath
for sorrow
fate of the faithless
to bow

long stilled
the passion
of summers made sweet –
whispers forgotten
another someday –
muttering madness
secrets to lies

will takes the hunger
away

. . .

stay ~

16 Sunday May 2021

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all we've known to love, almost always, and still, another time, essential truth, life, love, remembered anew

our time
resolved
with but a word
stay
and I again
remembered this
the notion of a dream
ashes
I could never hold
the promise
of a kiss

. . .

light ~

21 Tuesday Jul 2020

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almost always, awakened, here, life, light, love, open heart, sometimes, still, time, trust, willing

sleepmetohome

were not for these –
these open arms
this willing heart
reminders
the warmth of love becoming
another distant day
when by some other path
I came –
with want for one redemption
were not these eyes
permitted sight –
light
to see your face

. . .

letting ~

09 Thursday Jul 2020

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almost always, breath, destiny, it's what I do, life, love, sometimes, soul speak, truth, willing me home

repented

she worried
o’er his story –
wept most every night
heard his songs
long after
he had played

she made her bed
but dared not rest
she woke within a dream –
was there she found him sleeping
peacefully

her destiny
a reason meant
for letting go
for letting in –

she came for but one touch
and he was saved

. . .

in my dream ~

27 Thursday Jul 2017

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Soapbox

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almost always, breath, close, life, love, memory, seasons, sometimes, time

in my dream
I sit in a coffee shop
composing haiku –
counting syllables
on caramel fingers
a reactionary in flip-flops
aging white linens
and faded parasols
tourists burning red –
alive in dime store
novels

sunlight see saws
across muddled
pink rimmed skies
whispers fill the street
I order another cappucine
swirling with foam regalia
– my collected sea of
memory

in my dream I am
a mere student of words
stealing minutes
from your sunset
before the moon smiles
o’er nights well remembered
from light years ago
when the stars
were our children

. . .