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white (imperfect) ~

30 Monday Apr 2012

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the rosebush
planted by the creek
has flourished on its own –
from where we were
I’ve wandered back
across the years alone –

to wait for you
(I knew you’d come)
how sweet
these ties (to bind)
~ a field
of budding clover
a place untouched by time

tho I won’t tell –
I will not trade
let the truth go down with me
til I am buried
white (imperfect)
beneath the evergreens

again to writhe –
in slumber’s lair
uncertain what life means
e’er silence
taint my eager lips
and roses steal
my dreams

of flying ~

30 Monday Apr 2012

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comfort settles
at the edge of the floor
just below the joint
where the wall would meet
it’s enough to make you crazy
suffocation (I’ve heard it called)
a fog spreading (honey)
to every splintered board
every missing nail
touching, loving,
warming intoxication

sweeter brandy
could not be ~ than this
erasing every past
every worried heart
every far away
you dreamed of
trading places with worlds
you might have died for
(did you not)

til all you know
(is this)
nothing more could you recall
not even the moment
it happened
(there a mist across the boards)
ready to run
you turned and took a seat
as easy then
(o it isn’t any more)
now you sit
unable to move beyond
webs you gave into
(inviting)
fog still burns you breathing
ache that knows your name

clings to every piece
of you remembered

curves along your spine
holding (as a lover would)
tracing warmth
amid the scars
you can’t recall (their hurting)
some far away you wasted
before was come to this –
a memory (of flying)

 

morning glories ~

29 Sunday Apr 2012

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come before
was nothing here
but wishes for the weary –
lights beyond the evergreen
a softer place to fall
amazing feel of coming home –
arms and legs (remember)
warmed in me
as fire burned
beneath a hearth of coal
lullabies and willow trees –
who’ll drop by on Sunday
to hang the sheets
and tend the ailing fence
to sew the fields anew with thyme
(rows were never straighter)
come and I’ll be waiting
on the porch

to bring you in
this old screen door
still moans for nights forsaken –
as roses push against the post
your welcome home to view
not a word (forgiven) –
who cares for why you waited
what matters now
is where you lay (me down)
as midnight falls
in amethyst turned blue
(by morning glories)
nightbirds dare to question me again –
for secrets whispered (quiet came)
without a thought for reason –

returning this familiar star
to wish away my words

nothing matters ~

28 Saturday Apr 2012

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easy now
the first caress
of chamomile and flannel –
proof the sun was marked to fade
before the crops were in

cedar burned
and there we go
drifting down the valley
smoke against the timbers
loves we should have known
before the chill
before the rash
of centipedes foretelling
the strength to come
assaulting our regrets

hold me close
keep me warm –
tell me nothing matters
but the sound of two hearts meeting
in the dark

in the freeze
before tomorrow comes
wrap your love around me
breathe in me your summer
find in me
your sun

and I will go ~

27 Friday Apr 2012

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morning
and the earth is new
come with me
beyond the still –
the old path worn down
two apart
and side by side
lined with cedars
and swells of autumn lust
the glistening lake
take me there
fill me with sunshine
laugh and I’ll remember
this (and nothing less)
our words will fade
into the trees
kiss every tower
with brittle pines and
budding cones
skim the paddles
row by row
ripples wash
across scales of silver
to your waiting smile

mine is the memory
when you turn
an open hand,
to let me hold it,
and the silence knows
I will

moksha ~

26 Thursday Apr 2012

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so fine the pattern
weaved beneath the heavens
(what I know)
is sometimes tempered
by what I’ve chosen
(there to see…)
denying every proof
(was proof required…)
echoes might have been
the mountain falling
(though even now, I swear…
I hear a robin sing)…

what mantra I remember
was it just a name (I’d spoke before)
or only in the place
(my mind perceives)…
when kissed your hands…
and took your breath (in mine)…
was providence succumb
to nothing more than moments (clear)
forever gone
(before forever knew)…

I’ve said before
love remains in what we choose (to keep…)
would I choose to be a dreamer…
seeing poppies
bloom from stones
(or symphonies of light
within your smile)….

I’ve wondered (as I do)…
and wandered (more because)
between reality and somewhere
(else) created…

I used to know
the sound of maples
(before the turning red…
before a branch was broke…
(the forest burns)…
I blused beneath the secret
of the oldest sycamore
(cicadas stormed across a willing sky)…

of every sign
(lightning bugs have gone for good)…
how much the weight (a whisper)
for a sigh…….

I knew the reasons then…
(and still I love)
the warmth of autumn
(holding in December)…
what silence said
no words could guarantee…

I knew the way to you…
(and I was me)

divinity
a moment (manifesting)…
tears of joy
(could have been the rain)…

The Weight of Waiting ~

26 Thursday Apr 2012

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I’ve seen that smile
I know the wearer —
tender hides the wars inside.
Time for changing —
not much longer.

Days to evermore —
we ride.

I see you standing
past the promise…
black the cherries —
still you bleed.
What of manna rained from heaven —

would for your love
my own be freed…

I know regret
a time remembered —
guilty works to douse the flame…
was the touch
that left you longing —

welcomed kiss
that wears your name.

Would truth be lost
to moments waiting —
Eternity —
shall pass unseen…
Where was love
is still — and present —

shall be no less
for days between.

A fleeting smile
I know the reasons —
were not for words
or destiny.
Silence bears the weight
of waiting —

for what of love
is still to be…

eulogy ~

26 Thursday Apr 2012

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it’s not my way to pick apart
the pieces that are left
to savor precious drops
still in the glass
to lie awake
imagining another time to be
would rather live to love
til life is passed

there’s nothing here
for keeping
I’m just a poet
passing through
without a word
I was to find
but loved a time or two

made my way
and made my name
a woman I would be ~
laughter echoes
somewhere else
in waves of ecstasy

for age shall never worry
or grief be held for long
meadows may grow thicker
for paths I wandered on

before my fate is ended
one more verse
shall I recite
wherever love ~
the story falls
to pages I shall write

with the apostles ~

25 Wednesday Apr 2012

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I’ve been known
to seek religion
in the backseat of a Buick –
to find my home
in lonely nights
turned blue by love’s regret.
I’ve toasted life
with dime store wine
and knelt with the apostles –
sang Jesus Loves
til I was drunk
on bartered dreams
and bets.

I wanted more
and took the chance –
gambled with my share of loss.
I took a spin
on fate’s long haul
and willed the rest away.
I’ve burnt my knees
on sacred men –
and damned their will
in leaving.
Whispered hymns
of longing –
this body to betray.

Too many times
and then once more –
was bruised and for another wept.
Ashes into laundromats
and longing spilled to verse.
Poems filled with evermore –
a candle barely flickers
to hide the smile
I wear for you –

there lies the truth
I curse.

purple roads ~

24 Tuesday Apr 2012

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you choose the road
I’m driving
sit there for a while
and close your eyes
o honey
wait until we get there
long before the sun comes up
still warm enough
through the night
I’ll watch the headlights
casting lacey spells
upon your sleeping face
hid in shadows (I believe)
was wonder made

forget the map
it never made for sense
whenever choice was come
direction always seems to know
the universe deciding
(purple roads)
turn around or stop
to watch us spinning
long deserted strands
white lines fading
into no one knows
(which way to where we’re going)
forever held within
as far as we can reach
before the dream
wakes up

it’ll be your turn
to drive