every now and then ~

08 Friday Jun 2012

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cherokee, connection, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, grace, living, love, nature, passion, poetry, reason, relationship, restless, seasons, southern, spirit, strength, truth, wisdom

with the faith of love
returning –
clouds beyond the smoke
and poems someone wrote to me
this way –

of serenades
in mid July –
April now forgotten
cept when the night birds
send the chill to bed

and come the frost
to take of vows –
spinning scarlet
dancers
wrapped in stems of lace –
the latest style

wished upon
a morning star
one night in late November –
tied a secret
to a firefly
and waited for the Spring

southern winds returning ~

08 Friday Jun 2012

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bliss, cherokee, destiny, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, living, love, nature, old maps, reason, restless, self, spirit, strength, truth, wisdom, woman

welcomed –
every thought impressed
upon my wing-ed heart
cutting through my memories –
(forget)
another call to rise again
who will then remember
repeating (faithfully)
each name –

watched for these
as lights to glow
a reason to consider
and when will all this reaching
have an end –
as southern winds returning
as twilight pressed into
leaves are spun to circles
falling round

chords without the words
(I know)
uncertain harmonies –
tho once before
spun softly into gold
webs of understanding
October (every time)
who am I becoming
to leave you here
alone

remembering
the weight of time –
begs a different answer
than pieces glued together
stories now –
some other fate deciding
sorrows come to soon
will gather ’round my bed
touching prayers
so tenderly

where will then
the lone dove weep
as sunlight
swept to shadows
wings – a quiet wave
brush wonder on the ground
moonlight and mystery
winds beneath my waning
where my years
have gone –
to bring me home

would heaven heed
this quiet sail
surrendered unto dreams
moonlight made for soaring far –
alone remembering

plastic roses ~

08 Friday Jun 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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breath, connection, death, dreams, faith, family, grace, gravel roads, life, living, love, memory, old maps, reason, relationship, restless, resurrection, spirit, strength, truth, wandering, wisdom, writing

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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bliss, death, destiny, dreams, faith, gifts, grace, life, living, love, nature, reason, romance, spirit, truth, wonder

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

souvenirs ~

05 Tuesday Jun 2012

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breath, connection, destiny, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, memory, nature, old maps, postmark, reason, relationship, restless, spirit, strength, truth, wandering, wisdom

were we ever here (I wonder)
sometimes I look for signs –
a tell-tale love that left itself in crumbs
ribbons worn to branches
smoke to hide the blue –

letters carved a season to the bark
pieces floating elsewhere
out beyond my sight

imagined I a place
where I retrieve
the message that was written
words as silence ring
but I remain no different
for the proof

wherein the vault of yesterdays
are photographs of me
a then I could not pass
to meet me here –

highways once converged
along a lonely stretch of dirt
tis not the evermore
I wished to know –
but something more than whispers
more than markers made

chiseled as a rite into the stone
reminders of another me
a time before I came
awaiting there for signs
I couldn’t see

sunrise ~

04 Monday Jun 2012

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becoming, connection, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, grace, knowledge, life, living, love, nature, reason, relationship, restless, self, spirit, strength, truth, wandering, wisdom

In the vastness that is life and creation, we are
connected one to another ~ everyone and everything.

Becoming one together as we return to LOVE.

We watch and we learn as little children, filled with questions
and wonder ~ for what has been (and what is still to be).

In this, we find our place.

(our sunrise)

before this purple sunrise
another there was then ~
as blue the sapphires seas
were made to roll
as black ~ the cape of diamonds
tossed two lovers to the dark
a silver moon made jealous
by the night

serenade of oil and ash
embrace of ancient winds
willows hear the story
of the tides ~
when on the banks we tarried
as one to moments made
life became of language
never knew

riddled me
a nursery rhyme
til I could barely breathe ~
forgotten everything
I knew before

before you came ~

04 Monday Jun 2012

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connection, destiny, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, life, living, love, reason, spirit, strength, truth, wisdom

more than this
I am not able –
to speak of truths beyond my own
to choose of all
the chance for losing –
paths unquestioned
(now) are known

wherein the moments
meant to claim us
can never (now)
be less than these
would e’er the sun
be sworn to shadow –
eternal soul
by love released

as cool to embers
wings to wafting –
nature comes to give us hope
a deeper faith
than just surrender –
burns beyond the light
we know

whatever time commits
for finding –
who I was before you came
makes no difference (now)
forever –
keeps the memory
of your name

stretching ~

03 Sunday Jun 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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bliss, connection, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, life, living, love, memory, old maps, relationship, restless, spirit, strength, truth, wisdom

from here to there
forever seems
no different for the distance
will questions rise
or longing leave us be
for lips to taste
the evening air –
wherever thoughts are scattered
another sun
returned to touch
the dream

evensong ~

02 Saturday Jun 2012

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becoming, connection, destiny, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, life, living, love, memory, nature, old maps, reason, restless, spirit, truth, wandering, winter, wisdom, woman

a passing by
the window –
a voice I knew somewhere
when traces of another
moments spent
concede to consequences
and unlike times before
have brought me back
awaiting winter’s chill

returned to love
within this realm of being
the night was gone
before I knew your ways
how is it lives have come
and gone – dreamed
while I was sleeping
I knew you then –
a sweeter evensong

when loved before
was breathing just this easy
the key was lost –
but I had sworn to find
souvenirs of reason come
(am I the only seeker)
stood the night
and waited for the dawn

wherever truth
is waiting –
shall think of you
(the same) and worry not
when dreaming
brings you round

ashes melt
as snow wafts o’er the valley
the river’s up
I smell familiar seas
verses meant for keeping
(I remember)
tis time to turn –
forever waits
for me

move me ~

02 Saturday Jun 2012

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connection, destiny, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, life, living, love, passion, reason, restless, spirit, strength, surrender, truth, wandering, wisdom

Move me to pause
in the midst of these moments
when life goes unnoticed
(lace covered walls).
Move me to silence
lest words give me reason –
to turn from the wonder
was given us all.

Will I be awakened
as the last star is falling –
when east and west waves
together are rolled.
When the sun has burned through
a hole in forever –
the moon – only grieving
his place in my soul.

A sweeter refrain
than thought given motion
move me to witness
stir me to tears ~
Give of my graces
the charge of an angel
life beyond living –
where time disappears.

Back through the ages
a soft recollection –
of others we wandered
this way to reveal.
Move me as Mary
as Rachel and Hannah.
When love we remember –
move me to feel.