spirits I have spoken ~

10 Friday Sep 2021

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality

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breath, destiny, dreams, inheritance, legacy, life, love, mystery, spirit memory

pressed
into the pages
here my story lies
a sacred bloom
once crimson
sweet perfume
I close my eyes
and once again
rest beneath the boughs
spied upon
by eyes in search
of mine
melody of nature
music of the trees
ancients raise
a silver canopy
to catch the light
surrendered
by ten thousand
dreamed before
spirits I have spoken
here my heart
a blossom as a kiss
resolved –
as dear my own to taste
the fragile scent
of memory
remains

. . .

unguarded ~

25 Wednesday Aug 2021

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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dreams, life, longing, love, memory, sometimes, voices

in the blush
before twilight falls
on stars I know by name
tis there
a sigh unguarded
you remain

in light
before the sun arrives
to sit
atop my barn
in breezes come
a whisper
through the pines

tis there
amid the places –
I’ve decided
I can bear
souvenirs of all
I thought
to love

with breath
before dreams return
as shadows
shape the night –
as story
not yet told

you remain

. . .

memory of sand ~

06 Friday Aug 2021

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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cycles, dreams, love, ocean, purpose, tides, time, truth

you dreamed
and we were drifting
swells beneath the tide
rivers seeking purchase
with the shore
tiny grains
where we remain
the same
as once before
the ocean rising
warm
beneath the rain

. . .

a moment I was gone ~

02 Monday Aug 2021

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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carry me home, dreams, feelings, life, love, pieces, pieces of me, poet, thoughts, trust, words, writing in the dark

sometimes
my words are thwarted
by sunlight
through the pines
a moment
just before I meant
to go
last night’s inspiration
is tucked inside my shirt
tho later I
will wonder
why they came
and what they know
collected from the fragments
of a moment
I was gone
emptied to the darkness
deep as I would trust
cleft within the silence –
holding back a fire
sometimes
I beg forgiveness
without a thought to why
guarded in my love
for other
worlds

. . .

attempts to hold ~

16 Friday Jul 2021

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality, verse

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ache, days between, dreams, evidence, night, passion, reality, seasons, surrender, time, truth

these arms
resist the morning
when daylight breaks anew –
attempts to hold
what can’t be held –
a flame that burns
clear through
the haunted taste of promise
still lingers on these lips –
a plea surrendered
softly –
as the moon
became a kiss
evidence I waited
and all I dared concede –
drifting at the edges
dreams –
won’t let me be
these hands
are stiff with longing
for paradise they know
passage given
let me in –
a torture letting go

. . .

my only every time ~

14 Wednesday Jul 2021

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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choices, destiny, direction, dreams, faith, morality, that thing I do, truth, wishes

there is no
left
no always right –
just a blur
where things went wrong
a moment you were here –
then you were
gone

balanced
among strangers
for eyes in search
of mine –
a hunger so familiar
seems my only
every time

beyond the blur
of wandering –
a wrong forgotten now
right returned
unnoticed
and I was saved
somehow

. . .

the heart where I am moored ~

12 Monday Jul 2021

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality, verse

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another life, assurance, comfort, dreams, life, love, morning, sleep, that thing I do, truth

careful
lest the dawn arrive –
shall we linger
with our dreams
decided not the weight
for days ahead
let us languish
still unknowing
as one with all
we keep –
safe within the breath
of words unsaid

undeclared
the portion
if you must go
then go beside –
leave the heart where I
am moored
the sanctity of home
a velvet understanding
forgiven to the light
pressed against
the certainty
of morn

. . .

let undone ~

11 Sunday Jul 2021

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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death, dreams, grief, immortality, life, loss, love, nature, poetry, spirit, winter

age is suited
perfectly
to take the last of me –
a willing breath
wreaks of summertime
memories of all
everything
I came to find
pieces stitched together
let undone
who will notice
who will claim
mercies more than doubt
of days before
the end was known –
places dreamed about
who shall mourn
as nights grow long –
the pastures dressed
in snow
who will speak my name
aloud –
when the ground is
hard and cold

. . .

ache ~

07 Wednesday Jul 2021

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

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destiny, dreams, home, life, love, moon, mystery, night, personal, pull of the moon, sometimes, that thing I do, trade, understanding

from slumber
I am taken –
lest my dreams
return for me
lest my covers ache
the essence
of my sin
when the moon is perched
along the southern eve
let him weep
let him find me distant
find me gone
succumb to all was
missing –
surrendered not to fate
one more day
I dare not spend it now
steal me from
the cool embrace
of sheets just off the line
shatter my
allegiance
to the night

. . .

fireflies ~

06 Tuesday Jul 2021

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality, Storytelling

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adventure, bliss, daring, dreams, fearless, find me, flight, kiss, mystery, release, remembering, travel

once I prayed
my gypsy ways
would find me in a tent
sweating rhyme-
civility betrayed
swirling madly
laughter bending
with every pulse of light
magic come to steal
my breath
away

fortunes writ
in charcoal –
signed my fate somewhere
gathered up my leaving
blew away
to find you there
dancing neath the timbers
a gypsy firefly
willing me
your company –
as wings recalled
to flight

. . .