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evermore to spend ~

04 Wednesday Nov 2020

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality, Storytelling, verse

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beginnings, birth, death, destiny, life, love, memory, seasons, spirit home, story, time, truth

longing
paints a picture
with colors still I bleed
crimson red raspberry
melon sweet
harbingers
of stories rent
lessons yet to learn
lives are reconstructed
over tea

promise
I was sworn to keep
with words
forgotten now
whispers of a truth
I put away
are breathed anew each morning
and folded into rhyme –
evermore to spend
another day

moments
gather silent
in dust beneath my bed
circles to the table
souvenirs
of seasons
unremembered
before I knew your name –
lives I traded
just to find you here

. . .

one more destiny ~

15 Wednesday Jul 2020

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality

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Tags

beginnings, constellation, destiny, dreams, life, love, memory, moments, silence, starlight, time, touch, trust, truth

saveme

would that your heart
remember us this –
asleep neath a blanket of night
dreaming our days
as atonement for touch
– burned into memory
hushed by the sight

of ten thousand ancients
falling around –
moonlight kissing the ground

I will know you the same
in places afar –
as sure was your love come for me
held to a moment
we lit up the dark –
and willed for a moment
one more destiny

. . .

beyond this everafter ~

24 Friday Apr 2020

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality

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beginnings, choice, death, destiny, fate, life, moments, soul, soul memory, tarot, truth

snowfall

what of fate
could one life master
or one card played
impress the soul
with ways beyond –
this everafter
moments spared
not long ago

curs’ed vice
of indecision
which to choose
and which to let
become the proof
of resurrection –
restoring more than life
to death

. . .

why and where the way becomes ~

24 Friday Apr 2020

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality

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Tags

beginnings, dream, faith, life, light, love, path, promise, purpose, seasons, sometimes, unknown, woods

homeforgood

from this road
onto another
how we bend
how we lean
into a path so unfamiliar –
through the wooded
woods again

I can’t pretend
to know the reasons
why and where
the way becomes
a place we stood
some distant season
making plans
of a sweet unknown

giving heart
our soul’s permission
to write in verses
yet unseen
carving time into a promise
– to find again
the place
we dreamed

. . .

golden ~

29 Sunday Mar 2020

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling, Storytelling, verse

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beginnings, breath, connection, destiny, fearless, forgiveness, grace, kentucky, life, love, moments, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, southern, spirit, strength, touch, truth, understanding, wandering, wonder

memories

as the essence
of remember
floating golden thru the trees –
fingers reach beyond
the midday sun
fumbling with moments
love forgot to say –
sunlight swirls
in feeling just begun

silence wraps
the weary heart –
promise wears us down
with memory of places
yet to be
quiet proves a slow refrain
of stories never told –
verses fall
into the years
between

musings o’er the reasons
and wondering
the pause –
what of life and where
the leaves are blown
swept on dreams repented
by the way we hold the words
bittersweet –
the flight of love
unknown

. . .

reminders of beginning –

16 Saturday Nov 2019

Posted by tornadoday in spirituality, Uncategorized

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Tags

ageless, beginnings, divine intimacy, love, spirit, spirit home, time

comes the last
of our beginnings –
a place where light transcends
the story we became
in our forgiving
backwards now
into the flow
where once we knew
it all
who believes
and who pretends
the way will have no ending
light will flood
the willing soul
with reminders
of beginning
💚

worth worrying about ~

14 Monday Jan 2019

Posted by tornadoday in Rambling, spirituality, Storytelling, Uncategorized

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Tags

ascension, beginnings, belonging, bliss, choice, home, life, love, mystery, remembrance, seasons, truth

country lifeIt was a long weekend. Or, should I say it was a long Sunday. Due to some changes with our healthcare provider, we had a large group of individuals who were reflected as being terminated when they weren’t. To be honest, I am still in shock at the number of individuals who apparently visit the pharmacy every weekend.

But I also took my baby sister to the ER with anxiety, breathing, dizziness symptoms. I’m sure it’s not unusual to spend two hours just waiting in the ER, but eventually she was seen and sent home. We still aren’t sure what was wrong, and we may never know. It can be chalked up to ‘just one of those things’ or even a fine blend of Zyrtec, Flonase and mid-age weariness.

Regardless, Monday morning was busy before I left home with checking in, giving updates and juggling emails. I was so very grateful that I draw a line when it comes to driving and refuse to answer emails when stopped at traffic lights.

Instead, it was filled with reflection and introspection – about what I’m doing and what I’m not (or not doing enough).

I thought of how much I would prefer (even at this later time in my life) the things I rejected earlier in my life. I was filled with longing – for the little town with the bigger heart, people who I knew the same as my own hand, worry for the few things worth worrying about. I contemplated what it would be like to work at the hometown grocery store, or restocking cards at the only card shop in town. I fantasized about evening bond fires and weekend card games; fishing lines and flannel shirts; feather beds and catfish fries; weekends at the lake; pancake breakfasts and quilting circles.

I imagined a breadth of friends that would know everything about me, and love me (still). Friends who share their best recipes and spare bedrooms; who know the real difference between listening and hearing; friends eager to spend a Saturday morning picking blackberries, shopping at the nearest second-hand store, laughing as we gobble down a second serving of french toast, or crying over a movie we’ve seen twenty times.

Late nights with no make-up; mornings with no schedule to keep.

There’s another life out there; one with a smaller price tag. Sure – I won’t make as much, but it will cost me less – less of what matters; less of my years; less of whatever time I have left to spend.

I may be a long way from that leap, but I’m much closer to realizing there is one to be made – and of a life that surely exists beyond the fall.

in spite of time
my aching rests
with want for one last summer
one late July
you wanted me
I lived beyond the fire
dancing
when the party ended
backward to your arms
forward into all
the grace
you are

. . .

all we’ve forgotten to be ~

04 Tuesday Dec 2018

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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Tags

beginnings, christmas, family, home, life, light, love, snow, the memory of us, time, truth

SONY DSC

sleigh bells
and whispers
of Christmases past
who I was then
but a sigh barely heard
ribbons and snowfall
a sweet welcome in
moments together
a song
without words –

though time has a way
of deciding our truth
love keeps all
we’ve forgotten to be –
a place of beginning
carries us still
as a candle burns long
in the heart’s
memory

. . .

scratches ~

13 Wednesday Jun 2018

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality

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Tags

beauty, beginnings, blessings, faith, hope, living a better story, love, mystery, time, understanding

buds

had i words
or better still
a garden overgrown –
with story not so different
from your own
names and holy places
are but scratches
to the stone –
a faraway beginning
to a life
as yet unknown

. . .

recounter ~

11 Monday Jun 2018

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

≈ 3 Comments

Tags

beginnings, first kiss, I don't remember, love, nearly always, soul, spirit, touch

heavenhome

permission
was given
without a word uttered
just a hand reaching out
while the world
gathered ground
I may have well asked
tho I don’t remember
much more than the salt
– my name on your mouth
the hint of confession
we’d neither recounter –
as stars fell away
to our tumbling
down

. . .

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