fingers without memory ~

01 Wednesday May 2013

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of stories
long rewritten –
to a page
that won’t be kept
secrets folded soft
into the crease
lines to rub
where ink gave out –
fingers without memory
trace the ragged edge
of yesterday

sweet the sound
of almost sung –
names
and dates
and places
sunlight burning
tender through the pines
washes now
the winter –
a moment yet we stay
turned the bed
to face the southern
skies

letters
I’ve been writing
saved my name a place –
walked between my dreams
a mile with you
worried not
the path to choose
or what of time shall fill –

a story
meant for telling
kept for me
the end

. . .

fit the same ~

30 Tuesday Apr 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling, Storytelling

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of faded pearls
my grandma loved –
though where they came
uncertain
an unmarked box
the man brought down
one Sunday
after church

tied with dimestore string
proof
of someplace sweeter
another name for wearing
fit the same

as stockings
hats
and easter shoes
a blushing bride all over
reminded of a right
before her spring

. . .

between ~

30 Tuesday Apr 2013

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millenniums of growing
that I might
hold the seed –
became of seventeen
and twenty-five
became of growing wiser
one lesson
at a time –
would fall between
the fleeting dreams
keeping me
alive

a broken gate
a rusted lock –
and leaves are piling up
lofts are almost empty
yet I cling
onto the vast unknowing
falling through
the sky –
flickers tell of spirit
questioning

the ways before
revealing this –
a pathway through the light
roads are gone
but still the heart defends
a muted celebration –
souls unfolded now
breathless as a bloom
to wake again

. . .

signs we couldn’t see ~

30 Tuesday Apr 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling, verse

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were messages
we never heard –
signs we couldn’t see
distracted by forever –
was a place
of mystery

a slight of imperfection
of darkness more
than night
moments more than
lifetimes there –
as shifted
us to light

words were lost
when others found –
our half
another made
symphonies of sorrow
– a music
no one played

kept apart
by living –
swore
some other way to find
eternity we wasted
– come together
in the mind

ages passed
and symbols gone
– life just passing
through
dawn was but a
place we loved –
signs before we knew

, , ,

seems to know ~

29 Monday Apr 2013

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there are places
without keeping
evidence of us –
yet sometimes there’s a breeze
that seems to know

of faraways
and couldn’t stays –
rings against the cedar
lines above the highway
lines below

wing’ed flights
beyond the lights –
there we touch again
whispering our secrets
in the cold

. . .

storms betrayed ~

29 Monday Apr 2013

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stilled
within a silence
I’d forgotten how it felt –
strained against another
left unsaid

taken
by forever dreams
beyond my lover tears
fated list I made
for why I was

stayed behind –
kept inside
sitting with my sadness
baking bread
and singing to the night

circles drawn
to restlessness –
let me be the longer
folded into joy
the storms betrayed

echoes of a sorrow
cross the darkest sea –
safe within
the drowning –
reminders now to swim

. . .

for Delaney

by heart ~

28 Sunday Apr 2013

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stars are holding still
the wishes of my youth –
winking just before
their will gives out

loosed against an endless stream
of southern girls
and crosses –
heaven wears a face
I know by heart

rock me here
beneath the gleam –
where venus turns to notice
– wishes every one
are burning true

. . .

close ~

28 Sunday Apr 2013

Posted by tornadoday in folklore, Poetry, Storytelling

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more than once
forever came –
as close as night
to pasture
reflecting life
as shadows to the pond

I lie awake
and listen –
as somewhere now
beginning –
eternity is rolled
upon her side
she listens as I whisper
songs she thought
forgotten

dream me home –
one more night
of psalm

. . .

warming ~

28 Sunday Apr 2013

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southern wings
have stayed the north
forgotten by their kind
as far above
another land
they roost in foreign skies

warmed against
an almost there –
but who can say
for certain
where the blurring lines
were crossed again

maples weep
where butterflies
hang on silver summers
rains are come
to wash their dreams –
to wash their dreams
away

. . .

reminders ~

27 Saturday Apr 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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long the night becoming
in shadows of the dawn –
stars await their moment
with the sun

love remains unspoken
as a cooling autumn breeze
gathered now in arms
of evergreen

circles of forever
are writ in quiet there –
reminders of the passing
– not the end

whispers of forever
sit for ages with the light
in silent sweet surrender
we remember why we came

. . .

tornadoday

~ …might I be found in words I leave behind

Tag Archives: fearless

fingers without memory ~

fit the same ~

between ~

signs we couldn’t see ~

seems to know ~

storms betrayed ~

by heart ~

close ~

warming ~

reminders ~