pretty liars ~

in a season for(giving)
of all that we’ve known
the essence of snow laden pines –
shadowy lovers
of reason resigned
to the wind out my window
words seeking rhyme

how many I wonder
as I have before –
what cost for a memory
leaves nothing to shame
choosing surrender
as the pathway to truth –
lingering silence
when words fall away

hands gently folded
now reach for the veil –
as a means to confession
solace of flight –
silver bells echo
backward to dreams –
bliss undeterred
by the night

. . .

into the sweet ~

22 Friday Jun 2018

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Soapbox, Storytelling

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blessings, confession, eternity now, faith, life, love, nature, sacrifice, tales, time

cc5

someone thought
they heard my sigh
above the songbirds streaming
– felt my tears
e’en when
I couldn’t cry

for such as love –
I died one day
in arms
the same embrace as mine
fields of green –
a place where still I lay

some believe
my faith is kept
apart from this confession
– dancing round
an ancient flame
amid the wingeds
burning

a story told
of lifetimes missed –
an evening sun where I remain –
a promise pressed
into the sweet
of moments
without name

. . .

loosed again ~

08 Friday Jun 2018

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling, spirituality

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acceptance, awareness, confession, home, life, light, love, meditation, silence, spirit, still, struggle, trust, understanding, void

grace (2)

yesterday I chattered
as silence spilled around –
gave my everything
to make it go –
to ease the ache
of restlessness –
charming as I wrote
of all I sought
and all I claimed
to know

til loosed again
from wanting
– ties that swore to bind
years confessed
a faultless void to fill
my every spare
with something more –
empty with surprise
– content to
make my home
within the still

. . .

just this side of sleep ~

24 Thursday May 2018

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality

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breath, confession, dreams, forgiveness, grace, life, light, love, memory, release, silence, solace, stillness

Justthissideof sleep

there are moments
just this side of sleep
where in silence
I confess
to every word unspoken
every sin of carelessness
relieved the weight
of waiting –
of promise left to waste
surrendered to my memory –
gathered unto grace