when first we loved ~

09 Friday Sep 2022

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a hand to hold, allowing, and still, everywhere I am, love, not yet, truth

i knew
when first we loved
how we’d be
some other time
when the road was gone –
and every light
grown dark

i knew
how could i know
were there words
we couldn’t say
promise not yet wished
when we fell
into the stars

i knew
when there was nothing
save the echo
of your voice –
as silver wingeds brushed
against my heart

i knew
when we were started
yet i had not strength
to give
beyond the dream
of one more place
we are

. . .

how it was to break ~

20 Friday May 2022

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a hand to hold, a jealous moon, allowing, and still, before we understood, life, love, time

tell me
where your words
have gone
where the key
is kept
will truth
be ours to scatter
o’er lifetimes
we have left

will time
resort to flying
will your heart
find rest with mine
will words
be lost in how it was
to break

were my faith
a consequence –
of a promised
one more verse
where time is stilled
with every sigh
remembered

tell me
where your words
have gone –
where the key
is kept

. . .

a way I cannot find ~

06 Sunday Feb 2022

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a hand to hold, allowance, and still, essential truth, lives intertwined, love, no regrets

for moments there
sun bleached red
leaves were
falling down
parchment wings
against the sky
I’ve never been
one to curse –
one to bleed for long
the sky split open
goodbye

names resurface
pieces of a way I cannot find
tempted by a place
I linger still
with so much to remember
so few to put it down
prayers to ease
the wanting –
for words beyond
my will

. . .

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

. . .

decided ~

20 Sunday Jun 2021

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

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all we've known to love, and still, gifts, home, life, lifetimes more, love, naked truth, summer, where we were when

let me be
always –
a choice yet to make
decided one evening
to fall
to lean out the window
and pull down the moon –
to wait out the winter
without one regret
til midnight is shamed
by threats of retreat
til moths
fill light with their wings
when morning is scattered
by every goodbye
and I’m making plans
to escape
wrapped in a blanket
penned to your heart
lavender sheets
hung out to dry
forgive my remembrance
get me to home
returned to your arms
late one July
I’ve forgotten how warm
the afternoon sun –
baked into memory
how long
you remain

. . .

graces i have taken ~

17 Monday May 2021

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all I really know, and still, before we understood, blessing, grace, life, love, naked truth, poetry, wealth, wildflowers

a golden stem
a temple bell –
an altar I have raised
tis here I bow
and here I place my hands
in prayer for place
for circumstance
would give your song to me
to fill a grand cathedral
and bring me
to my knees

a poem without rhyme
is all I have to bring
lines are naked
verses without shame
senses now awakened
to moments lived
apart
graces I have taken –
I have taken
in your name

walls of deepest cedar
floors are warped
by tears –
as holy once the wine
we passed between
the lips that mouthed surrender
tongue where truth
is grieved
love when there is nothing
would cleave your breath
from me

. . .

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

. . .

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

. . .