23 Sunday Dec 2012
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christmas, family, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, memory, mistletoe, nature, old maps, postmark, reason, relationship, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, wisdom
swayed beneath
the mistletoe
my daddy brought me
Sunday –
was wound atop
a cedar tree
and rescued by his bow
was not a place
for ribbons
just the scent
of something magic
a life so sure
of living
would find in me
a kiss
22 Saturday Dec 2012
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were memories
around us pulled
comfort to the still
where once the pearls
of laughter
burned us down
moonlight sits
on dirty panes
spring forgot to clean
when caught up in the living
let them go
hands confessed
of others known –
tenderness of time
places kept beyond the reach
of all we hoped to find
mistletoe
but who can know
of words denied to kiss
silver bells are ringing
can’t you hear
packages for wrapping
string the lights around
tend the fire
and let the solace in
cards along the mantle
tell of better days
but written to the soul
a kinder pen
. . .
24 Saturday Nov 2012
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becoming, connection, faith, family, fearless, grace, kentucky, knowledge, life, living, love, memory, postmark, reason, restless, soul signature, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, wandering, wisdom, woman
to places
you are part of
every one – in every way
to dreams
where others sleep alone
I wandered yesterday
to lexington in autumn
endless fields
of winter grain
where friends around me gathered –
seeking refuge from the rain
ribbons kept to letters
nights I read them
one by one
– and listened
as the sirens wailed
into the dying sun
you were there
and I was fearless –
every story bound to mine
with no worry for tomorrow
– or a longing
undefined
of faraway confessions
I’ve forsaken death for love –
was a moment
you were with me –
do you remember where
that was
26 Friday Oct 2012
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becoming, bliss, cherokee, connection, destiny, dreams, family, fearless, forgiveness, grace, life, love, old maps, passion, reason, restless, spirit, truth, understanding, wisdom
who hears the echo
of once fallen fathers
knows every name
and loves them no less
silver white dots
connect each horizon
sister and brother
the weary heart rests
crosses stand down
by the edge of the highway
somebody’s gone
where grief couldn’t go
who shall remember
was everyone’s baby
kept now in daisies
the color of snow
eyes search the distance
and curse
at the weather
who’s left to see
when the light falls away
hands reaching over
the breadth of one sorrow
take me
forsake me
but lean to my pain
wrapped in the colors
of rainbows and raining
fixed by the fathers –
as stars
on the day
09 Tuesday Oct 2012
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breath, cherokee, death, faith, family, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, life, living, love, postmark, reason, restless, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, wandering
there are things I can’t say
to anyone yet
some admission of dying
one piece at a time ~
one crush of a breath
one season of death
and I can’t seem to call it
by name
the thief
and the bride
the willing young man
who stood in the drive
with arms open wide ~
reminders of daisies
white velvet sprays
and a spark to the eyes
said I’m doing okay
but I can’t seem to think
what I don’t want
to say ~
and there can’t be a place
for goodbyes here today
they’ll drive me to drink
and the river will flow
out beyond where I’m bound
to be going ~
I go
11 Tuesday Sep 2012
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9/11, connection, death, destiny, family, fearless, forgiveness, grace, life, love, loving arms, New York, reason, spirit, strength, truth, understanding
Just past the morning news
of hurry up to hustle –
a plume of smoke
and crackles filled the air.
Confusion caught in disbelief
of who had made us fall –
no one knew the names
or no one said.
Moments when the light
was brighter –
shattered by a cloud
and even then
their wings were spread
to fly.
I wonder sometimes
back to then –
of destinies becoming –
as dreams to float
with ash across the skies.
Crushed beneath our sorrow
muffled by our tears –
as heroes lined the streets
and breathed of fire.
Mothers sat in empty kitchens
waiting for the call –
would change their life
but never change
their love.
Candles burned
above the bay
reflecting home to heaven –
as slowly came the truth
to feed our fears.
Echoes still resound
along the places we were going
and all we know –
was never as before.
Stillness
wraps her loving arms
around a grieving nation –
Angels sing in voices
living here.
09 Sunday Sep 2012
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becoming, breath, cherokee, connection, destiny, faith, family, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, nature, old maps, reason, relationship, spirit, understanding, wandering, wisdom, woman
was the first
of many princesses –
given faith to wander
and drew the map
would keep me
to his hands
mirrored
by the light beyond –
peace beyond the passing
language of another life
here to understand
of choices mine
the birth to be –
within the chosen hour
and held the two together –
as destiny entwined
this mystery
becoming –
none could tell
and few could see
even those who know me well
are missing me
fearless heart
awakened
by rain upon the roof –
and signs beyond the edge
where night was set
hands to hold
within the still –
mere moments fall away
in giving back
of all I’ve loved
today
04 Tuesday Sep 2012
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bliss, dreams, faith, family, grace, life, love, reason, relationship, southern, spirit, strength, value, wealth, woman
apart from everything she was
tis more she sits for dinner –
and stays with me
beyond the early show
sweaters born
the scent of moths –
and gems beyond the sparkle
combs that never knew
awaited there
along a stretch of cypress
polished by a wish –
and caught up in the magic
of her eyes –
a fleeting smile
a flash of grace
before the twilight faded
and trapped as she
within the mirrored glass
memories
much more than most –
crystal jars and perfume
shaded now
by aging faded grey
perfect pearls untangled
by the loss of one
the other
and wrapped beneath a net
of window’s wear
decades since we noticed
her words were almost gone
ink displaced by tears
and linen worn
a tragedy of letting be
the music of her voice –
so very few
are left to know
her song
cedar boxes
and old shiftrobes –
blankets more than winter
left beside the hopes
of yesterday
powdered white
the morning comes –
in traces of gardenia
brushed to gold
the weaver’s paradise
15 Wednesday Aug 2012
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compassion, connection, faith, family, fearless, forgiveness, forgotten, grace, kentucky, life, love, memory, reason, restless, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, wisdom, woman
nights bring the sound
of hands passing slowly
pull me back ’round
to the place I belong
small and remembered
for voices I’m keeping
in the silent impressions
of love I have known
filling the spaces
as my heart is split open
and names
one by one –
are repeated in time
for those never far
left behind –
in the scatter
stories unspoken
find their freedom
in mine
to sit with me now
as another dawn glistens
from knees to the cross
not forsaken –
their souls
stirring in grace
gentle hands fold together –
as sorrow finds beauty
in the voices
I hold
“While there is a lower class, I am in it; while there is a criminal
element, I am of it; while there is a soul in prision,
I am not free.” ~ Eugene V Debs
06 Monday Aug 2012
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death, family, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, life, love, memory, reason, relationship, spirit, truth, wisdom
thought I not of turning back
to places of my own ~
how many names forgotten
are written now to stone
a night or two
a date long passed
survived by briar and sweat
eternity foreshadowed
by moments of regret
and stood I there
more times than told
to watch as prophets marched
from shiny limousines
with linen collars starched
without a tear between them
didn’t know of plans to live
or truth that went the way
of moss –
another to forgive
the coming home for more than this
than scripture without verse
lights returned the lonely here
as destinies rehearsed
as loving lips were robbed
of voice –
words to fall apart
asleep beneath the timbers
beside a broken heart
Author’s Note: Yes, I know, but there have
been times when I stumble upon old photos, and
wonder what I thought when standing there.
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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