from where it started ~

07 Thursday Aug 2014

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becoming, breath, connection, destiny, dreams, fearless, forgiveness, grace, kentucky, life, living, love, old maps, passion, postmark, reason, relationship, soul, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, value, wandering

she remembered
every snowflake
as memory to her tongue
knew by taste
of oceans –
might a tear become
carried by
the faithful Mississippi
knew her song
and every port
by name

a mystery
of histories
frozen into word –
breathed against
a broken window pane
distant
as the night
from where it started
sorrows coming down
to match
the rain

. . .

impression ~

06 Wednesday Aug 2014

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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becoming, breath, connection, conscious consciousness, destiny, faith, fearless, grace, knowledge, life, love, memory, nature, old maps, passion, reason, seeing in the dark, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, wandering, wonder

might I wait
ten thousand winters
for a morning
such as this
to find you in the shadows
of the moon
beneath the mist
as tender turn the locust
from their beds
forgotten
was the number
of days ascribed between
when night was come
a sleepy hum
of lullaby and curse
made for me to wonder
as so often I allow
bathed in this impression
of another
just as new
when daffodil were swaying
o’er the memory
of tears
crushed beneath the light
of just beginning
silent as a kiss
to haunt the dew

. . .

every only time ~

04 Monday Aug 2014

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

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becoming, breath, cherokee, conscious consciousness, death, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, life, living, love, memory, passion, poetry, reason, restless, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, wandering, wisdom, wonder

sometimes
i can’t help wonder
when the night is pulled around
how much of me is missing –
lives in moments
you have kept
as verses from the message
lines deprived of rhyme
backward now
erasing me –
from every only time

were holding
all that mattered –
might i find you yet again
pressed into forever by the light
waiting as it seemed
for moments i was meant
favored by the universe
carried by the wind
miles from where we started
are places i belong
no different than curses
to the bark
day returns
a story to begin

a far off place
of none compared
remains of secrets traded there
echoes worn to silence
poetry and smoke
are memorized
and written down
as proof of something more
come for me
as once the night awoke
to fnd us gone
remembering
where stars are watching still
forsaken not the promise
never spoke

. . .

music we’ve forgotten ~

04 Monday Aug 2014

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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becoming, breath, connection, conscious consciousness, dreams, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, living, love, passion, reason, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, value, wonder

in the wink
that is a lifetime
moments paused between
the places
we became –
as spirit learned
of music we’ve forgotten
the beauty of the dance
times
we swore
some other
to return

without a map
for making –
to places we exist
a warmth
that is the sun
against our night
seasons robbed of color
constellations
turn in time –
breathless complication
of our easing into
flight

a day
a week
eternities –
tree steps and backward two
turning
gently turning
to the waltz of falling leaves
touching on
a memory
reminders why
we came –
to wake again this wonder
left the soul to grieve

. . .

just the way ~

31 Thursday Jul 2014

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry

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becoming, bone cave, breath, cedar grove, destiny, faith, family, fearless, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, living, love, memory, old maps, passion, postmark, reason, southern, spirit, spirituality, touch, truth, understanding, value, wisdom

papa thought
the path was long
but didn’t mind the walking
was just the way
he told the story
mine

of skies
where only wing’eds sailed
heights too much
for man
lands beyond
a destiny
imagined us become

a house
and forty acres
was someone left
to grieve
hands were folded
doors unlatched
always

clean enough
for supper
sunday
as talk where silence lay
nestled in the arms
of everything

only ~

29 Tuesday Jul 2014

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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bliss, breath, conscious consciousness, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, knowing and remembering, knowledge, life, living, love, magic, moments, nearer to the essence, open, passion, poetry, reason, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, understanding, wilderness, wonder

from the first
a stillness fluttered
as fingertips to voice –
as dragonflies
above a yellow flame
a kiss
of souls remembered –
as breath
a moment lost
– time conceded nothing
but a sigh
wanting not for more
but only this

. . .

starting over ~

28 Monday Jul 2014

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becoming, bliss, breath, connection, conscious consciousness, dreams, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, home, knowledge, life, living, love, memory, nature, old maps, passion, resurrection, soul, spirit, truth, understanding, wandering, wisdom, wonder

the morning sun
is burned into these places
I am found
as fleeting was your memory
of when
and how it was
I knew of you –
the same as times before
from the start
of starting over
was a kiss
without a name

. . .