pull ~

25 Wednesday Mar 2015

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bliss, conscious consciousness, destiny, faith, grace, gravel roads, life, love, nature, old maps, passion, spirit, truth, wandering

a swirling retreat
of maple and elm –
raven
rooster
and dove
a soft downy promise
is swept to my heart
a whisper
of somewhere
just beyond flight
where I
am you watching
the sweet pull
of leaves
spun into wind
by my love
for you there

. . .

known ~

18 Wednesday Mar 2015

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becoming, connection, conscious consciousness, destiny, faith, fearless, grace, knowledge, life, love, old maps, passion, reason, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, wisdom, wonder

for every time
the times between
somehow
seem longer now
as years before
the winter came
to carry
ash before the first
to fall
snow white paper birds
are nestled there
words of
come to me
without a sound
the warmth that held
a waiting kiss
hands and hearts
and home
seeds
where once we planted
as blossom
we are known

. . .

the shores of just now ~

09 Monday Mar 2015

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becoming, connection, conscious consciousness, destiny, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, life, living, love, old maps, passion, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, wandering

twilight
and what has
this moment forsaken
a far distant
morning
as written to lace
with whispers
of where we might be
come forever
– out past the edge
of beginning
retraced

a heaven
relenting –
from shores of just now
ages
and when will I know
I am found
in the taste
of your telling –
the sweat of the night
reaching
beseeching us
one into light

. . .

the gift ~

05 Thursday Mar 2015

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becoming, conscious consciousness, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, reason, spirit, understanding, wisdom

regardless the vow
of uncharted seasons
I cling to the stories
and wait
as the stars
another remember
for how I was knowing –
of light in the darkness
a moment
not far

from the first
I was given
the gift of one more
truth
when promise
was known not to wait
arms reaching softly
to places unseen
words without need
– a lifetime
to say

. . .

loves me ~

02 Monday Mar 2015

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becoming, bliss, connection, conscious consciousness, destiny, fearless, grace, home, knowledge, life, living, love, old maps, passion, poetry, sometimes, spirit, truth, understanding, wandering

echoes
of once a voice
I cherished –
proof that he was
more than words
to a page
ink
where my wishes
dried into others
nights where I fit
a pillow to lay
dreams
of beginning –
a poem relearned –
softly to falling
as whisper
to light

. . .

nameless dates ~

24 Tuesday Feb 2015

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry

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beauty, breath, connection, conscious consciousness, destiny, dreams, faith, grace, gravel roads, life, love, old maps, passion, spirit, understanding, value, wisdom

I’ve no cause
this grace
to squander
another kiss
for one more grave
nameless dates
to honor nothing
lest for joys
one tear be saved

as sparrows
carved of time
and cedar
roost beneath
an endless night
dreams awake
beyond the dreamer –
wrapped in cords
of sacred light

. . .

time before ~

18 Wednesday Feb 2015

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becoming, breath, conscious consciousness, death, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, grace, life, love, old maps, passion, reason, spirit, truth, understanding, wisdom

Wednesday
without willing push
repentance I have heard
is weighed upon
the soul
but not for long
some other
time
a burden felt
for passing in between
the time before
I knew
you’d never stay

. . .

Author’s Note: The image is from my office window. I
call it my Robin tree.

when you came for me ~

09 Monday Feb 2015

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becoming, cherokee, connection, conscious consciousness, destiny, dreams, faith, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, living, love, nature, old maps, passion, poetry, spirit, strength, truth, wandering, wonder

where was I
when shadows crossed
into the darkest night
whispers held
of one more faraway
a name that knew
no sweeter tongue
than memories to taste

eyes denied
the light of
one more
day

where was I
when you came for me
a snowflake on a breath
of spring
a paler blue
of robin’s egg
held the blossom near
a bud beneath
the sun drenched sky
a wish against
the wing

. . .

catcha ~

09 Monday Feb 2015

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becoming, connection, conscious consciousness, grace, life, love, passion, strength, truth, value

You might recall that last year, I was contacted by a group who coordinates non-profit need with volunteer talent. My project was storytelling and I loved it.

Yesterday, they sent me another storytelling invite, and in the process of reviewing, I browsed through the list of all the things they are looking for – volunteers to fill a need.

So, I thought maybe my call was to post it here, so that others would know and maybe others (with talents galore) could hear the whisper of their own name on a
stranger’s lips.

https://www.catchafire.org/projects/

❤

when I ~

08 Sunday Feb 2015

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age, becoming, bliss, breath, conscious consciousness, faith, fearless, grace, knowledge, laughter, life, living, love, old maps, passion, seeing in the dark, spirit, strength, understanding, value, wisdom

when I am old
let my eyes adjust
so that I see beyond
the depths known as sorrow
into the 6D color
of living
let my heart beat
heavy –
and let me bleed
in shades
of purple crayon
let laughter
be the sin for which
I am known

. . .

writing in the dark
February 8, 2015, 2:06 am

author’s note: I clipped this picture some years
back. It’s not mine, but it is. It’s a place I return
often, a reminder that beauty lives in sometimes
dirty places.