within the knowing ~

30 Friday Aug 2013

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far beyond
the aching branch
stars are watching now
as line by line
touch by touch
we learn
to live within the knowing
we’ve questioned
all our lives
nightbirds wing
our whispers
to the dark

. . .

shy ~

30 Friday Aug 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

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for lack of words
longing fits
a favored pair
of mittens –
– essence born
of places I am known
for lack of faith
I swear I’ll do
whatever now is needed
– to run ahead
wherever time
is gone

were only this
the falling out –
and there
your need for talking
else silence
roll against me
in the dark
spirits shy
before the light
of evening on forever
words are lost
to wonder where
you are

. . .

memorized ~

29 Thursday Aug 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

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whiskey
warmed in jelly jars
recipe for passion
as round
these golden embers –
flame restored
came as light from
ancient skies
memorized my lines
and rocked away
the night
outside my door

bring to me
your verses –
letters never sent
maps to mark the ways
we swore to find
close your eyes
forgetting me
let us go – the wiser
eternity at fault
for seeking
rhyme

quiet has no place
to keep –
colors crease the dark
as whispers
take the shape
of falling stars
hid within your worry
pressed into your need –
stories leave
by windows
left ajar

. . .

lacey lace ~

29 Thursday Aug 2013

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the haunting
lacey lace
of colors into stone
of cast-asides
the winter snows
will find
seclusion of ten thousand
marchers slept below
shall carry now
the last
of april dreams
tethered as to blossom
where essence shall remain
with hope of once
returning us
the sun

. . .

the same as me ~

28 Wednesday Aug 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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of other lives
the river knows –
more than deep
my longing
swirling fits of jasper
quartz and pearl
teach my heart a softer rhyme
who would know
I wonder –
how it is and where
the past unfurls

lay me down
your restless night
was here the moon awaited
a call to be
the same as me
– somewhere
mountains shift
their ancient skirts
much closer
now to taking –
dreams are casting shadows
– everywhere

. . .

carried ~

27 Tuesday Aug 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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beauty sleeps
in borrowed clothes
crumpled in the corner
stirs awake as solace
passes by

the window
always open
stretches cross the dark
as silence
none can hear
but butterflies

wrestled
from the shadows
tempted not by fate
lest longing leave the door
of dreams released

pressed the heart
for answers –
tho who is left to know
of destinies –
where beauty wakes
asleep

. . .

paths of silence ~

26 Monday Aug 2013

Posted by tornadoday in folklore, Poetry

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consequence
of faded troubles
evergreen against the black
listen long
no need pretending
was here we meant
for coming back

into this light
as one with darkness
take of all
but take my hand
walk with me
these paths of silence
close your eyes
to understand

were there rules
would care of living –
what of blue
this night defines
hereto words
the poet whispers
time is but a state of mind

love made less
with broken verses –
stories writ as ink to skin
tears foretold
of truths beginning
willing us to live
again

. . .

virgo ~

26 Monday Aug 2013

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pines
are stretched beyond the fence
where almost
I’d forgotten
the place of dreams
a moment when I knew
of faith in everafter
even now
my heart is come
to sit the night
with all the stars
in view

named
for every passing
lines
across and back
blue the same as virgo
holy white

memories are gathered
for a time of sweet release
faces
unseen traces
of my past
swirls of day old coffee
await my coming round
dark is but a well
of wishes cast

. . .

yes ~

24 Saturday Aug 2013

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry

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silent here
as essence gathers
dew upon the grass
willows weep
the pines asleep
as morning stirs at last

to sit a while
in waiting
lest I pray
the hours slow
were nights my only want
in letting go

dreamless now
the faultless fall
of day
upon my skin
as berry bright
the sun
peeks through
again

fearful
of forgiveness
to love with all my might
barefeet warm
against the board –
in reverence
for the light

Author’s Note: I’ve struggled for days
to find the right title for this
post. I’m hopeful this translates
well – the ease
of allowance.

. . .

bed of feathers ~

24 Saturday Aug 2013

Posted by tornadoday in folklore, Poetry, Rambling

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neath the clutter
of september
the roof is hanging on
weathered there as passion to exhume
soft a bed of feathers
wilts within the storm –
where watches now
the blue become
the moon

pardoned
every reason
for where and when we were –
easing into everything
we fade
passions wear to wanting
for years beyond the ache
how we were
before this mess
we made

lashes
blink a sure escape
sorrows without shame
locks were never meant to keep the door
crouched against the memory
of almost all we had
maybe I’ll remember
something more

than ashes
in my coffee –
longing come and gone
dishes without match
to all we said
leaving gets forsaken
by the want to stick
around –
sheets no longer fitted
to the bed

. . .