lacey lace ~

29 Thursday Aug 2013

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the haunting
lacey lace
of colors into stone
of cast-asides
the winter snows
will find
seclusion of ten thousand
marchers slept below
shall carry now
the last
of april dreams
tethered as to blossom
where essence shall remain
with hope of once
returning us
the sun

. . .

elder lawns ~

28 Wednesday Aug 2013

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cherry blossoms
all but gone
april sans the park
where showers came
of lilac
shady elm

thinkers
cursed
with dappled light
wrapped in cause
for worth
meditation traded
on a whim

of strategy
as plan devised
journeys
without master
of ancients slid across
and back
this way

grey and withered
someone once
was traveled from the city
with need for more –
a time
I couldn’t stay

benches cry
of hasty weight
of hours come to measure
a falling down
another getting up

awakened
elder wisdom
to sit upon the lawn
with those who’ve learned
to catch
the setting sun

. . .

carried ~

27 Tuesday Aug 2013

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beauty sleeps
in borrowed clothes
crumpled in the corner
stirs awake as solace
passes by

the window
always open
stretches cross the dark
as silence
none can hear
but butterflies

wrestled
from the shadows
tempted not by fate
lest longing leave the door
of dreams released

pressed the heart
for answers –
tho who is left to know
of destinies –
where beauty wakes
asleep

. . .

virgo ~

26 Monday Aug 2013

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pines
are stretched beyond the fence
where almost
I’d forgotten
the place of dreams
a moment when I knew
of faith in everafter
even now
my heart is come
to sit the night
with all the stars
in view

named
for every passing
lines
across and back
blue the same as virgo
holy white

memories are gathered
for a time of sweet release
faces
unseen traces
of my past
swirls of day old coffee
await my coming round
dark is but a well
of wishes cast

. . .

yes ~

24 Saturday Aug 2013

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry

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silent here
as essence gathers
dew upon the grass
willows weep
the pines asleep
as morning stirs at last

to sit a while
in waiting
lest I pray
the hours slow
were nights my only want
in letting go

dreamless now
the faultless fall
of day
upon my skin
as berry bright
the sun
peeks through
again

fearful
of forgiveness
to love with all my might
barefeet warm
against the board –
in reverence
for the light

Author’s Note: I’ve struggled for days
to find the right title for this
post. I’m hopeful this translates
well – the ease
of allowance.

. . .

paper cayenne mornings ~

23 Friday Aug 2013

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soft the rain
of patient verse
of purpose
undecided –
fell against the light
and rolled away

who
I’ve wondered
how it feels
to know which way the wind
where north is settled
deep into the clay

silence there
the taste of words
your lips
where once my name
flooded all your senses
with hello

centipede
and crickets cry
paper
cayenne mornings
twilight leans into
the ways
I know

. . .

angel sigh ~

23 Friday Aug 2013

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were breath
become a whisper –
almost heaven
angel sigh
from the softened glow
of morning –
streams the night

from trust
was life becoming
something more
(o something less)
but for love
forever changing
more than blessings –
us to bless

from these winds
of ancient music –
sacred chime
was willed to word
angel thought –
ten thousand beating
sweetest song
we never heard

. . .

waited ~

23 Friday Aug 2013

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sacred hour
for taking flight –
wings to beat the branches
timber bends
as heaven wills
us home
wrestled with the best
of us –
someone stays the night
as passion works
the covers –
we become

wonder wields
a frightened flame
there beneath the trees –
fireflies are flirting with a song
known only by the willow
carried us between
tears are warmed
by places
we belong

of knowing
I’m uncertain –
of all I’ve come
to find –
but the night is here
and all have
is time

. . .

two steps back ~

22 Thursday Aug 2013

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come the stars
ten billion nights
as east by west
was taken
thought I knew
of times we passed somewhere
adrift in space
recalled to grace
were moments here
to wander –
light is pulling candles
from my hair

nursery rhyme
of borrowed time
two steps back and forward
as wilderness –
so sweet the letting loose
when sailed beyond
my favored moon
colors dream of me
life is love –
with evermore
to choose

. . .

wings above the rising ~

22 Thursday Aug 2013

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as chatters
of communion –
rush beneath the wake
heaven sleeps in silk
beside the grey
wing’ed soldiers
guarded now – the rights
of letting go
speak as one
within the serenade

as wings
above the rising
blush the story told
how fleeting we –
to fade before the light
were longing
but another –
price we had to pay
dreams are all we’ve left
to stem the fight

beg not
this moment’s best
to win –
our presence
to remember
the way the tulips
crowd against the lawn
the way the mourning
sits atop
sheets of shining steel
to grieve the missing soul
his only one

. . .