eternal remembrance ~

20 Wednesday Jun 2012

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were seasons past
eternal remembrance –
no sky filled with smoke could erase
the magic of moments
from far far away –
and the coming back home
to embrace

another noonday
of rain to my soul
ashes or leaves –
I’m not sure
but of those were the same
your hand wrapping mine
and a promise
where nothing was heard

but the slow steady drum
of forever receding –
matchless to fate (restless stars)
stings as the echo
of where you were falling
tears (don’t they see
I can’t go)

living comes still by the same
crooked fence
and a stand of pink dogwood
in spring

what did you say
I wonder so often –
even now I go back (in dreams)
to lie just this close
as I can to the parting –
might I linger too long
with a ghost

wanting (for something)
one more everafter –
pieces and places (you know) –
as the drum ceased its beating
and guns met with thunder –

the arms
that forgave me
let go

mary ~

17 Sunday Jun 2012

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another night fades
as the first one to go ~
and tonight there’s a quiet
the lonely heart knows
as the place
once adorned by a voice
on the line
and silence made sweeter
by the passing of time

there’s a bed on the ridge
where grace slumbers now
as destinies grieve
what her years won’t allow
was forever
(a moment)
we passed on our way –
flowers left blooming
in the places we lay –

in prayers as a name
repeated again –
and tears have no shame
for to fall

memories gather
in the shadow of life
and we wonder how soon til
forgotten –
will no one be left
not a soul to recall –
who we loved
why we came –
what we made of it all

more than marks to the page
or dates to a stone –
is someone
to hold us
long after we’ve gone

Author’s Note: Written in honor of my aunt,
Mary Pheribol Hughes (1922 – 2012)

plastic roses ~

08 Friday Jun 2012

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within the depths
of aging hearts –
are memories of love
though some a ways have gone
and paths grown thick

so few without
a name recalled –
for where they sleep (I wonder)
with pieces of my past
to resurrect –

in stillness now
a soldier lies
beside a fallen angel
while rows of plastic roses
grieve them gone

wherever grace be given
their silence warms the breeze
a kiss to seal
(stories left untold)

forgiven me
these rites of life –
might I their voices carry
o’er words another saved
of times to tell

bring them back
with tears of truth –
midnight recollection
of places come to light
within my own

let not them rest uneasy
or music be denied
a place to play
beyond the moss –
where lies eternal love

daffodils ~

07 Thursday Jun 2012

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Would ever I be lifted
from this place of frail abode ~
and sail beyond
the whitest clouds
to play
in daffodils
(my only will)
shall be to know again
the thought that was ~
that brought the rain to me

tapestry ~

27 Sunday May 2012

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of who I am
I’ve been told –
there’s resemblance to the rest
but something none can name
that is my own – my wilderness

a mystery of purpose
each subtle stroke of light
wrong made sense in waiting
for the promises
of sight

hands to work
and heart to seek
the ways we came and why
I’d choose again (this choosing)
would live again to die

to find renewed
the places kept –
though mortal essence fades
within my soul (eternal)
are seeds of love we made

no less than now –
and dearer still
as each new day begins
love becomes a tapestry –
of stories told again

watch for me
(familiar) as another sun draws nigh ~
listen for my spirit
in the memory of a sigh

returned again
as times before to find
forever come –
another strand of love to weave
in destinies of one

angels remaining ~

26 Saturday May 2012

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living run over with angels
and pictures –
lacey white lace all around
souvenirs tumble from half hidden drawers
and shelves are bowed low
with the weight of my life

places and people –
(though some are gone missing)
last night I waited
their souls by the door

lights burn beyond me
above this sweet presence
and all that is left
my treasures to hold
some say forever
are lost their reminders
but I carry them with me
wherever I go –

a tattoo of love
makes no room for sorrow
and sometimes in mirrors I see
her eyes in reflections
of grandaddy’s creases –
his hands when I reach
now to touch

my laughter an echo
inheritance dances –
and I sleep just the same
as she does
of the best (every one)
the worst but a shadow –
and I pay no rent to that place

might lifetimes become
in the blink of existing –
and all that is left
forgotten my name –
but for traces of something
they can’t quite imagine

and a picture still standing
with angels in lace

places we can’t see ~

25 Friday May 2012

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Lovers cradled
breast to breast –
soldiers welcomed home.
Beds are made
to places we can’t see.

Seasons pass
as words to water –
long abandoned springs.
For every life
ten thousand more
within her bosom sleep.

Shield to shield
as kiss to kiss –
lips denied
their stories.
Songs no one remembers

– she sings to them
tonight.

dreaming of today ~

17 Thursday May 2012

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would for the past
a treasure pay –
to resurrect the places
we crossed while we were dreaming
of today
when spoke a hushed apology
for fortunes we abused
and wrote again as numbers
to the stone –
sang for all another verse
before the plate was offered
as hallelujah rose
with us to stand
returning this embarassment
of what of love we held
blink and someone speaks
we hardly know –
remembered
e’er we pass as breath
into one more surrender
abyss of words
we kept the best aside –
love we never gave away
shall tie us to the river
stones within our pockets
silent sit

home ~

16 Wednesday May 2012

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last I knew
the path grown over –
trees I loved were bending low
vine and cup with
secrets whispered –
of where we passed here
once ago

hands the same
though smaller somehow
tortured bark as web to ring –
learned of these
the lowly falling
more than colors died
for spring

come the passion now
for harvest
spare these ears
your lonesome knell
fill me up with sunlight
scattered –
ground to love
my feet so well

passed as years
through vein and valley –
crossed to crest
before the snow
hung a shade
of scarlet ribbon –
lifted there the skies
below

lark and lily –
worse for wearing
patient teachers (tears to dry)
eyes beseech
the naked branches
faith remains –
to wonder why

channel ~

12 Saturday May 2012

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e’er I warn you of the truth
and beg you heed my telling
of what remains to living –
where the turnaround (is not)
and changing into something more
than bitterness (revealing)
when taken rite of passage
a place was not your place

to break apart
as consequence
were wrong the right (remembered)
when come again
to make amends this way
repeating every season
as writing on the waters
tides implore you (listen)
will you hear

the lowly cries of innocence
a choice for passing over
without a thought –
the judgment of a fool
knowing not
of days removed –
or stones were laid upon him

ashes rained
from wisdom
recall a deeper thirst

ancient skies the broken mourn
yet other sorrows save –
redemption for the one
who will not see –
bless the soul of he who falls
yet gathers for another
redeeming now the promise
was made to love (again)