denied ~

05 Tuesday Feb 2013

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reason grows in patches
nested disarray
when bent to light
becomes misunderstood

for nights
denied the waking
a lover’s hands
to dream –
midnight folded round us
in the dark

of summers
were there e’er enough
to make up for the chill
breezes unrelenting
still they ache

. . .

iris ~

04 Monday Feb 2013

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whatever now
the thought has been
that I might die the winter –
and go to sleep
beneath the frigid wind
warmed below
an icy shawl –
tears would never melt
or blossoms see
their way again
to grow

of princes come
for me before –
and waited long this night
returning me a path
I’d never been
worn in places
some would say
they saw me fly one morning –
held within a stream
of northern lights

iris stands
two hundred strong –
naked in surrender
as dreaming
burst to life
another day
when words were fallen
easily –
as whispers to the dawn
withholding yet a place
to lay me down

. . .

the last hello ~

03 Sunday Feb 2013

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between the passing
month to month
may to january
were moments
kept to heaven –
by the way I said your name
the same as wild blueberry
muscadine
and peach –
cut my tongue on briar
burrs to skin

the last hello
unnoticed
thought there’d be one more
or two –
left the door unlocked
the windows bare
fashioned me
a favored key –
and hung it round your heart
kissed the place
of lullabyes
nonstop

of mystic ways
I held no sway –
knew not of the seasons
or whether love
could live beyond this dream
remembered as a whisp
of smoke
floated blue above us
strings to tie forever
to my soul

. . .

allowance ~

03 Sunday Feb 2013

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quietly come
it is I
to your light
so little afraid –
resigned
to become
more in the passing
of truth into truth
ways to the weight
permission allows

kneeling
before
against
as within
an altar already made
of cypress and sorrows
iron and bone
scars worn to rope
for holding me on

breathless beginning
was come
of an end
when all had seemed lost –
one light drew me
home

. . .

ways by which we came ~

02 Saturday Feb 2013

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were consequence
our one defense –
for ways by which we came
into the revelation
of our will

sing of me
when rivers fret –
your final journey home
were there my name –
in silence lingers
still

forgiven this
surrender –
to another truth I seek
glowed beyond the restlessness
of night –

carved me by the willow
into the evergreen
forsaken not the message
of your light

sit me down
in blossoms –
the color of your song
and wrestle me
to life within your lead

lay me bare
to lessons –
of living to discern
as sweet
the fall of berries
crushed by need

. . .

this time ~

02 Saturday Feb 2013

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were curses
to brush
my feelings away
as splinters
pushed deep in my soul
worn as a callus
of promise to numb –
were moments of heaven
I know

forty years more
than my mama was young
chosen for choosing
this time
broken down places
wink in the sun
a shimmering ghost
left behind

longing we planted
in clover and moss –
weighted to pockets
of stone
forgotten our fate
as candles died out
– habits held close
not for long

. . .

destiny weaved ~

01 Friday Feb 2013

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winter remembers
the curve of the tempter
longing decided
by locust and rain
destiny weaved
a honeybee’s locket
carpenters curse
neath a mountain of leaves

shifted and shy
the humble to pace ~
get us to bed
and turn not away
lover make haste
for seasons gone by
and I without sword
but provision
to fly

further each time
from the memory of home ~
faint as the serpent
pulled clean
through the yard
was carved into hunter
by each
tender blade

til I say ~

28 Monday Jan 2013

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they warned me once
of dying –
before my time was come
of children
without mothers –
polished stone

of storms
were passed
before my birth –
carved into my canyons
a story
not yet over
til I say

tis luxury
in heartache –
precious scars
worth bleeding for –
a blessing come
for writing
in the dark

I’ve buried want
for reason –
broke the bed
and cut my hair –
gave favor
to the love
that had no home

pages bending over
lest I read them more
and more –
forsaken by
their meaning
to pretend

summer sweat
and winter rye –
some may say they knew
of vows I took
repenting –
for lifetimes passed
too soon

they warned me once
of dying –

. . .

dreamed awake ~

26 Saturday Jan 2013

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bliss, cherokee, connection, dreams, faith, grace, knowledge, life, love, nature, old maps, passion, patient soul, restless, saving grace, southern, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, wonder

was a gentle breeze
half blowing
and almost there a tune
of saving grace
and love denied a name
mysteries of maple
crush the fragile lawn
while others cling
to circumstance
brittle hangers-on

of seasons
without mercy –
glories climbed between
the crooked limbs –
tho knew not how to grow
while just beneath
the stutter breathes –
stillness
dreamed awake
as blossoming to heal
the patient soul

was the bluest sky
a chill withstood –
the want for more
than light
sparrows swam above
a perfect day
would walking me around
remove the wonder
or lead me past the edges
of understanding come
in years beyond
would think of you
this way

. . .

glimmer ~

26 Saturday Jan 2013

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were e’er the truth
be hiding –
as a speck against the night
as blue beneath
the april lizard’s tongue
as echoes burned
to dying song –
crickets born to cry
forgotten to the living
everything

were stories ours
for writing –
the ending still unseen
revealed in lacey shadows
down the hall –
or grown beyond
the reach of roots
warm beneath the clay –
clutched within the hands
of everything

were reason
ours to master –
seasons ours to sail
worlds beyond the red
that is our flame
of life and love
resounding –
crushes now the sigh
rolled onto the back
of everything

were moments
but a glimmer –
sand between our toes
dimestore glue
and glitter
make a crown
light to torch the fabric
wherein our love
is one –

come to see
(come to be) the truth
in everything

. . .