never set to flight ~

17 Wednesday Apr 2013

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silence wears a locket
of sterling
carved by light –
kept inside – a weave
of seventeen
when passed as life
to colors – raven on the night
clutched against the breast
where wishing held

patience keeps a window
open to the dark –
six long years of waiting
lest he come
as suffering – the nightingale
allegiance to her love
spread against
the fated firmament

memory of waking –
the other side of sleep
has left us not a road
for turning on
clouds of blue azalea
paths where there were none
– a step or more
from where the truth
was found

letting go
at last to wings –
never set to flight
cast against a vision
of the sun
lighter now
as breathing takes
a toll of consequence
shadows lean to grace
was sure to come

. . .

ways uncertain ~

16 Tuesday Apr 2013

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did we know
of ways uncertain –
as paths we cleared
between
of rivers wide
and trees against the sky
dew had fallen
somewhere –
into the baby grass
promise made of whispers
morning lies

. . .

unpracticed ~

15 Monday Apr 2013

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sometimes
and then you notice
the first of april stir –
reminders of another
once we were
as close this one
as far
too wide –
the ways between
unpracticed
as another petal drifted
another seed
to sow

when whispers fell
(I love you)
I wondered
did you hear –
above the silent roar
of cricket’s cry
were needles busy stitching
pieces never left
– made for us
a blanket
of the snow

questions spin
the early night –
where reason
falls apart
memories are faded
into light
lilacs brush the shutters
breezes blow us back
love remains
within the sounds –
carried by the soul

. . .

breath before the breaking ~

14 Sunday Apr 2013

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of old regrets
the tired tell –
and spin their stories over
whittled now the cedar
to the bone
liars lean
into the night –
seeking home in shadows
dreamers dream
and crush their way
to dawn

of sorrows here
the past is torn –
a breath before the breaking
assurance of the places
we begin
as first the whisper falters –
an echo shall become
crossed as stars
the night –
to burn again

. . .

waited ~

09 Tuesday Apr 2013

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purple gauze
and great big plans
incense burning hotter –
for ways into the past
we’d never come

sworn to meet
though who knows how
or when the time
for leaving
the universe
remembered us
this way

leaning long
outside the door
offering surrender
I fall again –
whene’er I say
your name

gypsy moth
is swimming
in echoes we’ve forgotten
light is balanced
soft against my sin

then as now
a moment here –
and how was I to ever
think another lost
was never gone

lie again
within my reach –
swirl in day old coffee
forever once
we waited –
another breath to come

. . .

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.

just so ~

08 Monday Apr 2013

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fit to me
your many pieces –
crooked
cranky
surely fine
wedge into these corners
tempted –
moments cleft
the hands of time

bargain basement
parts forsaken –
take of more
these treasures true
bind with mercy
each confession
crooked
cranky –
fit for you

. . .

fire flys ~

07 Sunday Apr 2013

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roll me down
against the stones
float my soul
to heaven
turn my eyes
to stary skies
most have never seen

I’ve heard a few
were painted
to ancient chapel walls
and wondered I
of fools
to never know

a blacker veil
wraps the edge
of city lights for reaching
diamond fields
unnoticed by the sun

fireflies
forgotten
by a wish that fell
one summer –
chasing dreams of magic
– lightning
to the ground

. . .

divided ~

05 Friday Apr 2013

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dreams the night divided
lives before
and since
fields are growing over
the memory of seed –
swallowed by the music
swaying side by side
red becoming
something more than hay

heaven flies
on outstretched wing
ten feet above the ground –
soars ten thousand miles
before the night
remembered these –
the way to home
sometimes the darkness bleeds
as longing floats
to clouds
above the sound

swirling silk
of old release –
a crooked line embracing
the mystery of life
so few can see –
monarchs flush the ancient pine
how nimble
– crouched the stillness
memorized returning
to all the nights
between

. . .

dogwood dreams ~

05 Friday Apr 2013

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lavender tears
of silent surrender
– pewter restored
to a moment divine
last time I held you –
last time a whisper
in blushes of dogwood
blossomed
to skin

secrets
told somewhere
others are saying –
how long the night
protecting the dawn –
recalled to the memory
another undoing –
led us to paths
were to share
let us go

powder magnolia
and split fences falling
tangled our words
into something forgot
the reasons
for staying –
and who would remember
the scent of forever
was dogwood
to bloom