refrain ~

20 Saturday Mar 2021

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and still, as easy as breathing, ink, love, pause, poetry, story, words

take away my voice
steal away the page
ease every line
where I remain –
a pause before beginning
let me suffer you to rhyme
verses bent together
sweet refrain

wipe away
these tears –
where I’ve confessed
misery
a lifetime scored
in letters curled
against each line
I beg you come
in search of me

. . .

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

. . .

weight of words ~

30 Wednesday Dec 2020

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always we begin, and still, belonging to none, grace, life, longing, love, poet, story, time, verse, writing

another sun
will I remember
the weight of words
beneath my bed –
empty pages
grieve the story
verses trapped inside
my head

passions rise
to ink stained fingers
memory met
with practiced hand –
seasons fill
my pen with longing
for life I’m want
to understand

truth is cleft
as will surrendered
stored to cold
my pillow waits –
another time
a chance for taking
as heart to hand
– this silence
aches

. . .

a dream to sleep within ~

02 Thursday Jan 2014

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and still, becoming, bliss, connection, dreams, faith, fearless, grace, life, love, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, relationship, restless, sometimes, spirit, star crossed, strength, truth, understanding, value

dared again
the soul to tend –
one more wish
defending
the truth would come
– a dream
to sleep within
hastened by this evermore
spring recalls
the leaving –
morning brushes
winter
o’er my skin

sweeter
this arrangement
to speak
with silent tongue
to dream of places
crossed –
the same dark skies
touching on an
in between
I know you watch
the same
stars are falling
– we are realigned

. . .