20 Monday Nov 2017
Posted in Poetry
11/20/2017
6:13 AM
the evening hums
with the wisdom of age
lines before lines
rubbed away
case in point being
the ways that we loved
when wishes
yet sparkled
a half dusted sky
with promise of someday
another to find
resolved every kiss –
permission divine
every vow
a moment was made
unconfessed
as a dream became
somewhere
we loved before this
. . .
20 Monday Nov 2017
Posted in Poetry
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blessings, gifted, gratitude, home, life, light, love, memory, sacred divine, tenderness, understanding
when from the dawn
emotions rise
as mountains shifted from the still
verse restored from silence
~ a cup of gladness
filled
by circumstance
beyond our stay –
dreams beyond our rest
realms where we are one again –
a longing
unconfessed
. . .
17 Friday Nov 2017
whereabouts
and red Novembers
scarlet cups
where heaven hides
in open hands
green and hungry
raining sheets
of memory
I’ll be home
wait the morning –
dim with ease
the winter lights
above the door
where boards are twisted
where here
was last
I held your breath
. . .
10 Friday Nov 2017
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blessings, eternity, life, love, memory, moments, seasons, sometimes, soul, still, truth, understanding
remembered now
as time when time was lost
voices boomed from somewhere
I don’t know
plans were changed and schedules made
for consequence uncertain
I’d meant to stand
and watch your essence fade
but instead – it was the universe
willed another way –
and knew it then
was more than I could do
moments staring blankly
at the movement made by hands
tides were turning backwards
to the moon
eternal tears – immortal place
dreams were letting go
and wished I (more than once)
for one more life
for holding near (holding on)
pages to the wind
words I still can taste
delight my tongue
with passing unexpected
changed by more than birth
forever penned a moment
to my soul
. . .
08 Wednesday Nov 2017
Posted in Poetry
when from these tired
bones is wrought
the last of misery
when all I know
is how I loved –
while breath
was gifted me
when from this place
stories are blown
to fill an eastern sky
will then my name
be spoke aloud
by strangers
passing by
when from my silence
words are cleft –
as secrets from a kiss
as ever –
still shall love remain
to fill each
emptiness
. . .
01 Wednesday Nov 2017
what power
love
o’er everything ~
intention of the soul
remembers now
eternity ~
a place beyond
our own
truth denied
the breaking down
grace
of giving more
where love was offered
we remain ~
though different
than before
when from the shadows
we emerged
whole
into the light
were destiny a season
come ~
made sweeter
by the night
. . .
23 Wednesday Aug 2017
Posted in a time for telling, home, Poetry
soul –
was I a reminder
of times beyond your reach
a story (stitched
from memory) –
echoes of release
words and verses
scattered
to places (without name)
a time when there
was nothing –
(and everything) the same
of lives
before our breathing
a souvenir (or two)
a journey made within
a dream –
(the only way
we knew)
. . .
Author’s Note: I’m not sure where this started, but was pleased with the result. Then, as I was looking for an image to accompany, I found this one – of the birds outside my daddy’s window more than a year ago. Of lives before our breathing, a souvenir (or two)…. ❤
19 Wednesday Jul 2017
Posted in Poetry
remember now
a twilight touch
(a sigh
the same as rain)
whispering a promise
to remain –
beyond the ease
of leaving
was the will
for letting go
were ever I
(a sorrow
still to know)
nights
wherein the daylight
streamed –
veins and lilac
spray
(to make of us
some other
sunny day)
laid beneath
the timbers
lush with muscadine
kisses
yet to trade
(another time)
. . .
Photo: Cherokee National Forest 2016
05 Friday May 2017
Posted in Poetry
Tags
blessings, home, life, love, nature, seasons, seeing in the dark, truth, wilderness, words
lifetimes chiseled
a door between pines
was here
a heaven was left me
one time
closing my eyes
to evergreen dreams
washing my soul
in wonder
it seems
you remind me
of home
a place I belong
paths often tread
past beginning
words I have lost
to the wearing
of days
yet here
in the woods
they remain
. . .
20 Thursday Apr 2017
Posted in a time for telling, home, Poetry
Tags
blessings, family, heaven here, life, love, nature, sacred intimacy, surrender, time
“Sometimes, in the midst of a crazy day or a crazier week, I get an email from my brother, ‘meet you below the falls in five minutes’. And just like that, I am somewhere else, breathing in the cold spray from high above, as laughter echoes off canyon walls. Even now, I close my eyes and hear the wonderful music that is bare feet on flat rocks.”
If we’re fortunate, we realize the blessing in the midst of its becoming rather than only in retrospect. In doing so, we free ourselves from bitterness, regret, and a future filled with frustration as we attempt to re-write the past.
In doing so, we erase the illusion that is time.
While the body may be tethered to the advance of hours, years, seasons, love is not. As someone near and dear to me commented recently, ‘How time dissolves in the mind, when our frame of reference is simply love …’
Touché
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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