13 Wednesday May 2015
Posted in Poetry
sea glass
and marble
rubble and shell
fortunes
glistening sands
histories humbled
by yesterday’s tide
the soul of a mountain
a river returns
seagull and starling
fluttering winds
journeys endeared
by the naming
of stars
shores where
our destinies lay
whirlpools
and castles
spun of a dream
lust of the moon
for the whispering
waves
. . .
11 Monday May 2015
Posted in Poetry, Storytelling
Tags
angels, becoming, bliss, daddy, eternal, faith, family, gravel roads, happiness, home, knowing, story, strength, truth, value
was e’er a time
and I the same
though still too small
for knowing
the ways for which
I surely came
the cause for love
bestowing
a breath
within my tiny breath
hands to hold mine
still
stories you were telling
I’ve become
tears where yours
are falling
voice I hear at night
paths I wander
backwards
into you
for daddy
May 2015
09 Saturday May 2015
Posted in Uncategorized
Tags
bliss, cherokee, faith, fearless, gravel roads, home, knowing, life. rememberance, love, truth, value
breathe
and I forever
shall keep
the song they sang
at my waking –
nestled in flannel
the old grey vine
that strung itself high
at the edge of the night
where waiting
I found
a moment secure
unafraid to begin
as darkness give way
moved by the coming
of morning’s embrace
to hold what was here
remembered
to sing
. . .
30 Thursday Apr 2015
Posted in Poetry
Tags
always, beauty, blessings, bliss, eternity, friendship, grief, joy, life, love, presence, Q, spirit, Susan Q. Fults, truth
in the gracious greys
of just before
sunlight spills the dawn
darkness pulls
his tender heart
to mine
silence rings
with angels
rafters bend and sway
heaven wanders
not so far –
not so far away
from evermore returning
words without a sound
to grieve ten thousand
mornings
with a sigh
love is but a moment
of light before
the dawn
a dream denied
the safety
of the night
Author’s Note: As the result of an ectopic pregnancy in 1984 , she required
a blood transfusion. It saved her life, but took something in return.
Testing wasn’t the norm, and she contracted Hepatitis C. It would
not relent, and claimed permanence via liver cancer in 2012. This weekend,
hospice was called in.
She waits, and those who love her pray for a miracle. And yet,
already she is one. For Q with love always.
. . .
28 Tuesday Apr 2015
Tags
acceptance, bliss, divine, echoes, faith, fearless, forgiveness, gravel roads, love, postmark, sacred intimacy, sometimes, soul, souvinirs, still, truth, value
of sorrows
I’ve forgotten much
daylight
passed between
the dark of dawn
as reason fell away
a place to keep
so holy now
resolved as once
to touch
solace meant the moon
was come to stay
poetry
of wake me up
before the light is gone
leaves are falling
tears beyond
the sun
dreams
of you remind me
somewhere yet unknown
I speak of these
of mysteries
undone
nestled down
in fresh cut grass
a shimmer o’er
the pond
a whispering of wings
above the pines
echoes fill
the places
now am I again
the same I was
tho ne’er the less
divine
. . .
24 Friday Apr 2015
Posted in Poetry
Tags
blessings, bliss, connection, divine this, faith, gravel roads, home, life, living, love, sacred intimacy, seeing in the dark, story, value, writing
stay
that I might
give to you my story –
a page or two
as payment for a kiss
how long til
you’ve discovered
breathing born of rhyme
will beyond
these places we exist
a poem
oft repeated
just before the darkness stirs
in reverie
this wonder to reclaim
words –
where none are needed
linger yet
upon my lips –
sweetened by the memory
of your name
. . .
14 Tuesday Apr 2015
Posted in Poetry
Tags
becoming, bliss, breath, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, home, knowing, living, longing, love, nearer, truth
he said
there’ll be another day
to wonder where you are
and just how far
from leaving me returned
when made your way
from here we stood
near and I your breath
a place between the living
you are missed
with rhyme
the same
as evermore
hurt beneath the heal
poems took my heart
to write them down
she said
but for a moment
eternity is proof
of all you said would be
before we were
counting steps
from yesterday
round and through my soul
one more pen
one more willing page
write my name
in cursive
letters fit with yours
lean into the silence
I’ve become
the memory of
everything
we thought we knew before
the memory
of everything
you love
. . .
13 Monday Apr 2015
Posted in Poetry, Storytelling
Tags
beauty, becoming, beginning, bliss, connection, conscious consciousness, gravel roads, home, life, love, poetry, storytelling, touch, wandering
from another
new beginning us
remembered now
as one
were never more
but come as may
another we
begun
from stories
might some other tell
of nights
we dared not sleep
of mornings sweet
to lie awake
warmed by all
we keep
. . .
02 Thursday Apr 2015
Posted in Poetry, Rambling, Storytelling
Tags
bliss, conscious consciousness, destiny, dreams, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, life, love, old maps, passion, postmark, reason, self, southern, spirit, truth, understanding, value, wisdom
someone made mention
of rings on the table
habits worn clean
to the bone
a rusted out latch
keeps no one from leaving
a whispered reminder
of reasons
to stay
where the fences
need mending
and water runs cool
sprung from a river
two miles ‘neath the porch
we watched the sun rise
another
one day
when spoke of intention
promise undone
by a change in the
weather
warm cotton gowns
I dared not replace
with the pretense of love
the essence of summer
left on the line
and a glass
of the best I knew how
. . .
29 Sunday Mar 2015
Posted in Poetry
Tags
bliss, connection, destiny, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, kentucky, knowledge, love, old maps, passion, reason, truth, understanding
forgive of me
a time before
when leaving broke
my heart
before the spring
when as a blossom
burst
to decorate your garden
with perfume
once was mine
before the chase
of dew into the light
pardon me
this lowly salve
of choices to confuse
emotion
spent
and what for love
was done –
as places of your dreaming
where I am unafraid
of longing meant to soothe
this emptiness
as quiet to
an awkward stance
thought you knew me when
by storms awoke
remembered not
my name
forgive of me
this dreadful verse
kept my soul from staying –
the taking back
of love
I meant to give
. . .
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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