becoming mine ~

26 Saturday Mar 2022

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becoming, belonging to none, destiny, grace, home, life, love, mystery, surrender, together

how much of you
a part of me –
sands atop
the floor
as blossoms
where the trees have
burned away
how much of verse
is nothing more
than once
you were
and I
was counted back
in syllables
emptied to a page
folded to
a memory
the lineage of truth
someone said
tho I’ll be damned
if I remember why
the road
was less
the day you left
the sun no longer shines
to fill between
the whispers
rusted oak and flesh
how much I have
surrendered
was your breath
becoming mine

. . .

not yet done ~

09 Saturday Oct 2021

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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becoming, knowing, life, love, memory, soul memory, when I've forgotten you

when I’ve forgotten
help me learn –
let my hands grow wise again
let these feet
recall the path
where love began

let my tongue
be resurrected by a name
I know by heart
let my touch
seek recollection
in your arms

when I’ve forgotten
let me love you
like the first
the last
the one
let me learn anew
the story –
not yet done

. . .

not a poet ~

31 Wednesday Mar 2021

Posted by tornadoday in home, Poetry

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becoming, eternity, life, love, moments, morning, poetry, smile, sometimes, story, touch, witness me, words

paint my blush
as roses –
my kiss
a cherry wine
fill me with your story –
and I shall give you
mine

a painter
not a poet –
a writer made to bleed
take my ears
so they might learn
the ways you came
for me

steal my breath
my every word
verse I thought to pen
take of rhyme surrendered
– and write it
to my skin

paint my dreams
by candle –
my morning with your smile
leave the stars
to wonder
where we go

. . .

burden wished ~

02 Wednesday Dec 2020

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality, verse

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becoming, blessing, echoes beneath my skin, grace, knowing, life, love, memory, mystery, silence, time, translation, truth, understanding

tho I can’t swear
to each remembrance –
to what is truth
and what is mine
longing whispered into shadow –
became a prayer
of love resigned

I can’t say
of wonder started –
how much more the heart
can feel
of destinies
recorded –
burden wished
from moments here

I’ve no proof
beyond this silence –
which flutters soft within my ear
what remains
of truths unspoken –
promise
I alone
can hear

. . .

everything I keep ~

18 Wednesday Nov 2020

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality, verse

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all I really know, becoming, life, love, memory, season, time, truth, what we keep

was not for me
yet all for me
the first
my last amen
names
so long forsaken
rise again

as psalms
before a jubilee
as rites to ashes fall
surrendered now
as pardon
unto grace

in moments
left for living –
of blessings yet to reap
as winters fall
to memory
of everything
I keep

. . .

of time ~

28 Friday Aug 2020

Posted by tornadoday in home, Poetry, spirituality

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another me, becoming, breath, destiny, life, love, memory, moments, sorrow, spirit, stars, time, truth, wishes, words

for every sorrow
I was traded –
for a wish
beneath the stars
a breath
that was my pillow
spared of dreams
words
are given pardon
and a place
I still belong –
carried me
cross every night
between

becoming this
a lover’s rite
spun into a page –
verses wrapped
in verses
senseless rhyme
remembered
to another
where destinies
entwined –
wishes fell
to break the spell
of time

. . .

for this ~

07 Tuesday Jul 2020

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling, spirituality

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becoming, birth, death, life, love, memory, time

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how is it
we’ve forgotten
all for this
was trade –
a life of hurts
another one to heal

do you remember
the ways
you loved me –

might I choose to love you
still

else memory forsake –
the will to live again
to reason
one more season –
will I stay

love adores
the dreamer –
how can I resist
our first hello
is just a breath
away

. . .

whispered into sorrow ~

22 Sunday Mar 2020

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, folklore, Poetry

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awakened, becoming, connection, death, destiny, faith, family, fearless, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, life, love, nature, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, restless, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, understanding, value

lest I awaken
mourning dove above my head
whispered into sorrow
by his song
will all I have
a pittance make
compared unto his loss
a place alone
where silence beats the same

sworn to birth
some other time –
before the sky burned black
was here
the reasons scattered us apart
folded as a memory
into the great unknown –
while fortune sleeps
beside us
in the dark