yet (and still) ~

05 Tuesday Mar 2013

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breathe
you said –
just close your eyes
– wrap your love
in mine
linger now in places
we’ve become
a blessedness
that needs not work
or words of understanding
so we are –
revealing us as one

slow
you said –
and even now
reminded I to breathe
as life
constrained to verses –
curs’ed rhyme
has searched me out
with empty hands
this heart where still you know –
changed the locks
but let the windows
swing

still
you said –
and such I am
made sweeter for the ways
– for paths I walked
barefoot and alone
decide for me a destiny
would test my faith
to fall
to close my eyes –
with reason here
to fly

love
you said –

. . .

those kind ~

04 Monday Mar 2013

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of women
made stronger
by the crush of the wind
– what are left
of those kind
anyways

taught us to love
warned us to bend
cursed us
by looking
(in silence) away

forsaken already
the grievous report
of something made more
by distrust

whispered of places
Camelot ruled
– graces this world
has forgot

. . .

golden ~

28 Thursday Feb 2013

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what names
have you known me
what body to hold
was the last (time –
your first) to remember
a sweet disregarding
of longing console
endeared
by the search
as a turning of leaves
scarlet to golden
(November)

seeded (to thought)
a beginning unknown
as promises made
without (more)
blessing to bother
or fates to endure
would life become
(missing)
the rest
drawn as the stars
into falling (again)
whispering vapor to flame

what names
have you known me
what body to hold
was the last (time –
your first) to remember

. . .

more than word ~

24 Sunday Feb 2013

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from once
another fated –
we went searching
for the words
would change our
understanding
of the light

wandered far
and wide it seems
for one more
sacred verse –
would open wide
the eyes
denied to see

was ever
love made sweeter
by the echo
of a name –
or poetry define
the tender soul

where am I –
who am I
and there –
the mystery
resolved to more than word
before you came

. . .

lines to cross ~

21 Thursday Feb 2013

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were passion
but a line to cross –
a turn of anguished page
(conforming not)
the heart to fear –
or sorrows to assuage

were comfort here
and only this –
why tarry
come to stay
(and bring the kite
we never flew –
dreams we put away)

were love resolved to limits
rules were written
(were they not) –
was there a way
I came for you
(and others
I’ve forgot)

were birth the death
I’ve come to tell –
think not it be
the one
for truth
defines the seeker –
(a journey never done)

let loose the chains
unlock the ache –
raise the broken window high
take this breath
(my only)
as my last

change of me
as shadows shift –
and colors alter form
lest names
be all the proof (we find)
of light
(we shared) before

. . .

for the sake of desire ~

20 Wednesday Feb 2013

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fill me
with moments
I have no regard
for the strength of a diamond –
an untested vow

of urgencies pushed
in the dead heat of night
where soft lies
the sigh
of surrender
tis I

speak not of seasons
where heartache was made
or fields sewn by ash
and dismay
spare me to sleep
for the sake of desire
the promise of rest
in your
arms

shush
there’s no need
to complain
of the time
tis nothing worth wasting
by name

this everafter
is all I can give
speak not of morning
til then

. . .

language not my own ~

14 Thursday Feb 2013

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lest I be
some other me
and falter in my words –
gathered now
as broken verse to rhyme
else form concede
my soul to write
voices none can hear
of passions –
but a moment
almost mine

suffer me the limits
of a language
not my own
curs’ed dictionary
to repeal –
as witness
to my longing
meanings ne’er the same
lines constrained
forgotten not
to feel –

the blue
within the sorrow
azure
peacock
sky
e’er soft convey
the beauty of a kiss
would grey
the storm remember
smoke above the pines
– eyes the shade of rain
a morning mist

helpless pen
to struggle
where words – so few
remain
as part of me
a purpose undefined
by counted lines
or breaths between
the living and the tell –
a poem
I’m becoming
without a thought
for rhyme

. . .

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

. . .

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

. . .

pristine ~

29 Tuesday Jan 2013

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slow not my heart
in the shade of forsaken
to gather as dust
in yesterday’s war –
left in a room
with pictures and promise
piano nobody plays

save not my name
for sunday night vigils
or prayers at the end –
(at the end)
of your day
take not these eyes
as sweet consolation –
for others
here passing
in life unafraid

seal not these lips
with burdens of silence
or kisses
ten thousand
reserved
know of these lands
sleep in these pastures –
but guard not the longing
(to rise)
from your soul

spare not remission
for moments revealed
as poured from the deep –
(let it flow)
spare not excuses
for some errant life
or linger the night
letting go

breathe not a word
of the story unfolding –
yet slow not my heart
in your shade

. . .