07 Wednesday Apr 2021
Posted in Poetry, spirituality
Tags
5 years, blessings, daddy, essential truth, life, love, memory, sometimes, spirit, there is no me without you, time
sometimes
the night feels bitter –
mornings
I can hardly move
the ache comes hard
til I would swear
there is no rest
for truth
but thoughts of you
the ties that bind
sustain a weary soul
such love
it changes everything –
becoming all
I know
. . .
01 Thursday Apr 2021
Posted in Poetry, spirituality, Storytelling
Tags
blessings, death, life, memory from the fall, patient soul, reminders, soul memory, spirit home, truth
from the coming back
for going ~
for lessons learned between
for lives that never knew
where grace has been
let these
these mortal yearnings –
flow as sand before the grail
as words survived the falling
another soul to tell
will then
the fond aroma
of a meadow fresh with bloom
fill my heart with longing –
my breath with
sweet perfume
lest I plead myself
another ~
or declare a final truce
to come when spring is over
and I’ve forgotten you
. . .
18 Thursday Feb 2021
Posted in a time for telling, Poetry, spirituality
what of time
was ever ours
eternity to claim
when roses bloom in winter –
will one recall
our name
tis there we live
immortal beat –
for years beyond our years
a photograph
of a photograph –
as love we reappear
as blessings
where we left them be
a smile remembers when –
love was all we knew of life
– is there we touch
again
until the night
is drawn
across the memory of us
would that another
speak aloud –
a name
the same as love
. . .
Lillian Rebecca Smith George
grace in a cotton dress
1923 – 2021
15 Monday Feb 2021
Posted in Poetry, spirituality, verse
Tags
acceptance, blessings, dreams, forgiveness, heart and soul, love, seasons, time, truth
I confess
once you knew me
not as sure you know me now
when years have passed
my story changing –
and what of love
I dreamed about
might I stay
e’er you would listen
had I words and time to tell
of paths I took
of fate diverging –
far from ways
you knew me well
dare I speak
of sorrows tasted
recall anew a broken heart
remnants of a love
imagined –
when evermore
was not that far
. . .
04 Thursday Feb 2021
Posted in Poetry, spirituality
Tags
blessings, love, mystery, poetry, rules, time, truth, understanding, woman, writing, writing in the dark
was a lover
trading verse for time
a poet without want
for rhyme
a keeper
born of whispers
few can understand
how it is the night pretends
to know
how it is
reason fails
to justify her love
the pain that comes of dying
with nothing left to say
how it is light returns
just when it seems a loss
to gift her time
she thought was burned
away
. . .
12 Monday Oct 2020
Posted in a time for telling, Poetry, spirituality, verse
beyond the first
of lifetimes spent –
spread beneath the cedars
a scratch defies the hour
we were born
for what becomes
of moments held above
the worth of others –
a touch
to free the night
we waited on
hold my name
upon your tongue –
as memory of taste
tie it to a story
none can tell
as well as you –
tho time has eased
into another morning –
where once were words
twas there
I loved you well
. . .
03 Thursday Sep 2020
Posted in Poetry, Rambling, spirituality
when I’ve forgotten
will you promise
to carry all I love
into another day –
another life
when I’ve let the image go
of the oak
outside my door –
the smell of wood smoke
drifting through the pines
will you carry
will you tarry –
a moment more for me
when I’ve forsaken
every proof
of time
will you reminisce
as I have now –
on places I was loved
on dreams
I hope you dream
enough to find
a place apart
from everything –
a light where there are none
solace in these
memories
of mine
. . .
31 Monday Aug 2020
Posted in Poetry, spirituality, verse
is this the day
I might have traded
for another life somewhere
cotton sheets
and sunday morning –
with nothing much
to spare
melodies
you played to me
are stretched along the line
as the scent
of summer storms
swirls beneath
the pines
a crooked board
a broken cup –
rings I’ve traced before
moments I was wanting
for another –
so much more
whispers bind
my life of pieces –
and everything is new
hands are fit together
as I’m falling
into you
. . .
21 Friday Aug 2020
Posted in Poetry, spirituality
Tags
age, blessings, brave enough to die, courage, faith, home, it's what I do, love, seasons, time, truth
are there roses
where you planted winter wheat
I had that happen
once
when you were here
it came as no surprise
that the frost
had nearly gone
when briars pushed their way
despite the fear
I recognized
when first was held
at mercy to the pain
but couldn’t bear
the thought of letting go
ashes fall in autumn
just when the weeds turn brown
tis there I grieve
for love as none –
as tears within the snow
. . .
18 Tuesday Aug 2020
Posted in Poetry, spirituality
Tags
blessings, closer to heaven than the stars, joy, life, love, poetry, seasons, starting now, treasure, voice, witness, words, writing
when comes the end
and I’ve no reason
for keeping time
this way –
no choice of words
I might have said
given one more day
no space allowed
no higher road –
than this already run
when comes the dawn
I’m without rhyme
– verses
left undone
what then shall I
when without voice –
tell of love I knew
what words will I
surrender –
when I remember you
. . .
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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