less traveled ~

were only these days –
the weight of our life
a moment
surrendered
to stone
dying denied
the sweetest caress
are names – nothing more
than a measure
of bone

as years
left behind –
find their way
to another
a breeze through the window
where perfume remains
of a place
we were gifted
by love to let go
shall lie in the fullness
of hearts (can we know)

how many
how precious
the blossoming seed
will thrive
in the shade
where talk is allowed –
as our story retold
with the slightest
regret

is essence recalled
by the soul
living yet

. . .

all we have ~

26 Tuesday Feb 2013

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of moments
these are all we have
o how they’ve rushed away
people
places
graces
gone before
how sweet their echo
tumbles –
laughter on the lines
times I woke
to find your story
mine

. . .

keepsake ~

14 Thursday Feb 2013

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garner these sins
as if there were none
kept in a box
neath the bed

wrapped in brown paper
cellophane sleeves
resistance
so easily mine

guarded acceptance
as once stained the lips
are now but a small
recompense

for stories unwritten
held us in place
with pieces of twine –
and yellowing
tape

. . .

fields of yesterday ~

10 Sunday Feb 2013

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stood beyond
the blanket
of blistered buttercups
grasses green
the sweeping wheat
of song

passions
I could ne’ver confess
swirl to aching verse
leaned into the hunger
of the wind

seasons gone
five hundred years
names are written over
as sides have taken
comfort
in the loss

of choices
made – the past is gone
tho none can say for sure –
what of love
was written to endure

immortal still
the essence left
of places where we lay
– as whispers to awaken

in fields
of yesterday

. . .

sway ~

03 Sunday Feb 2013

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wet leaves
scattered –
friend to foe
lunas into sorrows
flaming as the scarlet
black –
nature’s cabaret
silken souls
defend their woes
martyrs of the moon
whisper of the lying nights
nestled us between

cold beneath
the dapple light
spun amid the shadows
was come of love
when spring remembered fall
roses crushed to memory
– scents I used to wear
pressed into my hem –
a garden gate

cocked the head
of ravens –
ancient mercies
home to roost
with pieces wound
of juniper and jade –
silver voices rise
into the chilly mountain air
opal eyes reflecting
us as truth

. . .

goats and three ~

30 Wednesday Jan 2013

Posted by tornadoday in folklore, Poetry, Rambling, Storytelling

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to stories
I’m a stranger –
to the ways of getting in
could never cut the vines
or burn the braids –
would sail
and never wonder
why the river took you back –
polished me to legions
down below

of fairytales
a few or more –
they hardly speak of now
how goats and three
they courted me
on southern nights
somewhere
camped beneath
the bridges
when reached to find you
here
saved the night
one frosty new year’s eve

gathered now
the early show –
open hearts and willing
to understand
the leaving you alone
could never see
the mystery – eyes your shade
of blue
mercury resolved
to more than mars

who is left
to pass us on –
from cradle to the current
kaleidescope
and no one knows we’re gone
a lifetime more
than when the telling
started –
truth I’ve known
some days I scarce recall

the oldest goat
your tender touch –
rocks within the wall
and how the map was folded
on the seat
fairytales
to wonder me –
what of love is carried –
dare I cut the vines
and burn my hair