seems to know ~

29 Monday Apr 2013

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there are places
without keeping
evidence of us –
yet sometimes there’s a breeze
that seems to know

of faraways
and couldn’t stays –
rings against the cedar
lines above the highway
lines below

wing’ed flights
beyond the lights –
there we touch again
whispering our secrets
in the cold

. . .

storms betrayed ~

29 Monday Apr 2013

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stilled
within a silence
I’d forgotten how it felt –
strained against another
left unsaid

taken
by forever dreams
beyond my lover tears
fated list I made
for why I was

stayed behind –
kept inside
sitting with my sadness
baking bread
and singing to the night

circles drawn
to restlessness –
let me be the longer
folded into joy
the storms betrayed

echoes of a sorrow
cross the darkest sea –
safe within
the drowning –
reminders now to swim

. . .

for Delaney

suspension ~

11 Thursday Apr 2013

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had I known
of another –
of times before this
where life was
revealed in shadows
of bliss
and spread into sorrows
one tear could divide
– as oceans were split
our fate to decide

what of this
we were keeping –
what of joy
shall we pay –
shall sleep in the moss
o’er the places
we lay

what blossom
is seeded –
by the ache of despair
shall burst
as a garden –
to fields unaware
of moments we came
or the ways
we once found –
how long was the journey
I wonder

sunrise
the same as it was
just before –
when last I lay down
this journey
to prove –

remembering now
to another
sometime –
as the road I was taken
returns me
anew

. . .

pressed ~

09 Tuesday Apr 2013

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come the path
forgotten me –
as rivers carry stones
with memory of an ancient
water’s rise
in streams beneath
above the past
sentiment of standing
still as death
before the autumn lies

crush to sands
this still old self –
lost from all that was
wherever now the willow
does confess
with rings beneath
and tales untold –
breezes to recall
moments pressed into
her wilderness

. . .

weightless ~

08 Monday Apr 2013

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of loss
the greatest measure
an empty sugar bowl
reminds me of a past
not really gone

of jackets
in the closet –
clothes I’ll never wear
weightless I’ve surrendered
to their style

crowded little cobwebs
hushed where
nothing did
tired whites –
are starched with getting on

of sorrow
kept unnoticed
by the world of passersby
flowers bloom
to colors
not yet grey

breezes lift me skyward
from paths of yesterday
someone speaks
but I don’t hear
a thing

. . .

Author’s Note: For Charles.

missing me ~

07 Sunday Apr 2013

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of empty wells
and burned out places
something still
within remains –

of quiet truth
denied a singing
comes again
each silent
night

as falling fell
the ghost of ashes –
was grieved
for joy
our living much

full moons rise
to breach the morning –
forgotten now
the glow
of loss

. . .

dragon song ~

03 Wednesday Apr 2013

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the whispers
are failing
the long summer grass
as legions are marched
to the ground –

sung to the dragons
as twilight to burn
webs were just reaching beyond
this fluid embrace
of long nights alone
and blankets pulled over
a snowy white
shroud –

ribboned cocoon
of silken burlesque
is matched
by a cape of the very
same shade
and spun into dreams
never knew we were here
and kept as a memory
of winter
and lace