angel light ~

28 Friday Nov 2014

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of places
this reminds me
of some other
you were there
do you remember
how the stars
were in my hair
when you lay
in moss beneath the night
was I your angel light
a kiss I keep
reminds me this
of you

. . .

remains ~

23 Sunday Nov 2014

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winter pulls
against my boots
(carry me away)
to plant my dreams
where now the wheat
turns grey
smoke
above an evening (rest)
lives I must have known
are gathered sweet
memories (to stone)
a verse
or two –
(remains of sins)
nurtured by the spring
ashes fall
(snowflakes) whispering

. . .

understood ~

16 Sunday Nov 2014

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sometimes
the wind holds me aloft –
denied the tempting to fall
a night bird cries
and all I hear is your voice
a sweet understanding
sits with the pines
a flutter of song
remembers me home
musing released as a sigh –
stardust mingles with dew
breathless to find
the reason we came
was ever
only
to love

. . .

ache ~

10 Monday Nov 2014

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of aches
I’ve come to know
too well
of lazy sunday mornings
when tempeted by a dreamer
back to bed
took no regard
for lessons –
a preacher’s silent rants
of destinies approaching
flowers in my hand

was almost none
to matter
a place where I was not
a fleeting stare
of sullen disregard
for sins already offered
confession getting cold
eyes on the horizon
a place
to weight me down

where once a storm was rumored
warning me of tears
the morning pulling in
across the pines
afraid for days beyond the next
firey passion slept
warm against the longing
sunday kept

. . .

rehearsed ~

07 Friday Nov 2014

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry

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listen
there my only sin
retelling graces
I have known
another way
with words rehearsed
in silence

let me stay
a moment here
pull around me covers
let me wake
to witness
where the story leaves
and what of paths
I’ve worried
back to you

fingerprints
and souvenirs
proof of love
I’ve gathered
in places not foretelling
the reaches
of my soul

. . .

swept ~

05 Wednesday Nov 2014

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bliss, cherokee, connection, destiny, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, restless, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, wandering

within the still
where I have found you
ten thousand more
than lives I might
have strained to hear
a distant voice –
speaks to me
at night
sometimes
when shadows form
a sweet caress
and I am swept afar
into the place
was here your story
mine

. . .

and here ~

04 Tuesday Nov 2014

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bliss, breath, connection, conscious consciousness, destiny, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, old maps, poetry, reason, spirit, star crossed, truth, understanding, value, wonder

pray me down
another night
when stars are realigned
remembering a space
that never was
a letting go
before the fates
conspired me to holding
your silences
much longer
than your verse
stay the wake
of evermore
a day beyond the last
wherein the light
is waiting
for a voice
a quiet reassurance
of where and here we lay
poetry
and tender worlds
to write

. . .

just this ~

04 Tuesday Nov 2014

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i crossed the creek
at sunday dawn
before the light
burned golden
closed my eyes
to listen
as wild
the heart was come
wings were barely touching
souls the same
as mine

do you ever
won’t you tarry
in places I am keeping
one hundred years
a bed
nobody owns
becoming mine
when grampa died
sometimes i hear
him playing –
a banjo meant for
crooked boards and wine

once before
the way was lost
i thought a while
for this –
of breath
when there was nothing
else to know
wing’eds press
against the blue
woodsmoke sunday morning
the creek is rising
soon i’ll come
for you

. . .

so ~

02 Sunday Nov 2014

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bliss, breath, connection, destiny, dreams, fearless, grace, gravel roads, love, old maps, passion, poetry, relationship, sacred intimacy, spirit, strength, surrender, truth, understanding, unremembered, wonder

all
and for only
an eternity this
held to the warmth
of my heart
a poem to feel
as surrender
it seems
was somewhere intended
in living to go
what will
have I garnered
shall I witness anew
held to the flame
you are setting
me so

. . .

moments ~

02 Sunday Nov 2014

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bliss, breath, connection, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, living, love, nature, poetry, restless, spirit, strength, value, wonder

a blanket covers
the path to the barn
a golden red river
of yesterday’s green
I love how it sings
with each tender step
how the wind
makes a wave of a moment
forgot

. . .