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for the promise of more ~

27 Tuesday Sep 2022

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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confession, life, love, realization, sometimes, surrender, time, understanding

this is the part
where longing makes sense
a sigh where my dreams
fall away
a name spoken softly
tho shadows can hear
what was saved
for this moment
from another
some day

this is the part
the part where i bend
a place where you lay
in my arms
for a while
trading secrets
for the promise of more
e’en now
there’s a warmth
at the tempt of my smile

i can’t be made
to surrender

. . .

threats to tenderness ~

08 Saturday Jan 2022

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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confession, home, judgement, life, love, measure of our days, perception, sin, story, truth

confession is
a gentle ghost –
warmed against my lips
a name
no longer tasted
but for nurture
of a lie
what worries
have I witnessed
what threats to tenderness
angry words
a sinner cast aside
I cannot breathe
I will not leave
the best of me
behind
chastened for the want
of paradise

. . .

rainbow falling ~

25 Saturday Dec 2021

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

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as easy as breathing, christmas, confession, life, live, poetry, rambling, sometimes, writing in the dark

was making plans
for one more life
when you found me
spun me round
like a rainbow
falling
drunken path
flooding the pasture
burning my skin
with the way
you looked thru
the way you made love
feel like
always
was nothing
we’d ever want back
a breath for christmas
one more every time
i would awake
in a trance
of learning to be
tho i couldn’t quite
count
the stars
i could drown in your eyes
a life resurrected
as you held out
your hands –
opened your arms
to surround

. . .

ribbons ~

17 Saturday Jul 2021

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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baking, confession, cooking, life, love, poet, restraint, truth, weakness

I kept ribbons
in the kitchen
to tie around my heart
weakness come familiar –
as sunday morning
loaves
saturdays
a pudding cut with rum
who is there
to blame me
for moments without shame
allowing all
remembering of none
washed away
as evidence –
was here
I spent the night
pushed against
the oven –
clutching to a spoon
I kept my ribbons
close at hand
licked my fingers clean
braided into locks
of cappucine

. . .

sworn to find ~

10 Saturday Apr 2021

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality, verse

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confession, courage, darkness, faith, home, hope, life, love, mystery, night, promise, truth

I have bartered
with the darkness –
wrapped myself in light
courting with shadows
– rolled beyond the hands
of night

I have loved
when there was nothing
worth surrender
to confess –
finding strength
to face another
calm to ease
my soul’s unrest

found a means
for moving onward
in search of destiny –
I have loved
and hesitated
for a truth
I couldn’t see

without remorse
for having wanted –
I was never far from home
I have waded
in the waters
cold and dark –
a lover’s stone

. . .

all that matters ~

17 Thursday Dec 2020

Posted by tornadoday in home, Poetry, spirituality, verse

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confession, dreams, lessons, life, love, memory, moments, sometimes, soul start, story, trade

til I am faded
into pitch –
the memory of touch
almost erased
with no one to remember
why it was
or what it meant
how deep the soul’s
surrender
to something deeper still
written to the places
love has been

I’ve made my peace
had my say
with verses
o’er the years –
tempted fate more times
than were confessed
borrowed
from the ledger
of tomorrows left to spare
gave my love at times
for something less

a name
almost forsaken
awakes from tired dreams
to warm against
the heart –
with all that matters
a silent recollection
of days
beyond our count
and nights
we waited long
the morning after

. . .

pretty liars ~

04 Thursday Jun 2020

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

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confession, forgiveness, it's what I do, just like this, letting go, lies, life, love, lovers, truth becoming, wait, words, writing without rhyme

holythis

I’ve been a saint
been a sinner –
a fury raged
against the page
I’ve found love
and sure forgiveness
suffered me
the will to wait

of all the others
come before you –
count me blind
I’ve known my share
of pretty liars
so familiar –
enough to bury
deep somewhere

. . .

silver bells ~

20 Thursday Dec 2018

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling, spirituality

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arrival, confession, heart, love, lowly, nothing and everything, prayer, soul, truth, understanding, words

sometime still_edited

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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Tags

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

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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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Tags

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

. . .

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