open ~

01 Saturday Dec 2012

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deliverance

sometimes
my hopes are scattered
til I can’t find the ends
of where I was –
and where I’ll come
again

forsaken
by my wilderness –
delivered by the day
hands to wrap
in secrets
from the night

miracle of waking up
awash in certain grace –
count of blessings
one –
ten thousand more

gather now my wishes
and spill them to the stars –
tho beg me not to watch
unless they fall

to places
unremembered
by the moment to my soul
such fragile few –
I know them all
by name

morning rears
her shiny crown
as dewdrops to the lawn –
longing waits my bliss
before the sun

. . .

somewhere ~

01 Saturday Dec 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

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becoming, bliss, cherokee, connection, dreams, fearless, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, life, love, passion, reason, resurrection, spirit, spirituality, truth, understanding, wisdom

knowing

of those who know
are not so much –
and some are sworn to silence
lifetimes gone
with knowledge
on their tongue –

waiting verse
or page appear
waiting questions asking
which
and where
and who am I
to know

tell me
of the evermore
swims beneath the river –
of mountains
just beyond the reach
of storm

tell me
are there hearts that bleed
rather than surrender –
souls that shift the night
in search of love

where and then
I’ve come to know –
all was never written
somewhere tides
have cleared the lowly shore
galaxies colliding
in the ruse
of letting go –
lanterns blaze to mark the way
we know

tell me
are there others
searching as I am –
caught in life
and dreaming of the sea

. . .

neverminds ~

30 Friday Nov 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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becoming, connection, destiny, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, kentucky, life, living, love, memory, old maps, reason, restless, spirit, truth, understanding, wandering

tempted

I’m hearing voices
and seeing signs –
sparks where stars
once played
as ancient spirits come for me –
to steal my words away

of violins
and neverminds –
are reasons I don’t know
memories
to claim my porch –
pile up with the snow

been here so long
the roads have worn –
and weeds are folded over
on places once we wandered back –
to spend but one
in clover

shared a dream
tho not so much –
for fear to curs’ed fate
squandered not our destinies –
on lifetimes come
too late

promise
of one more embrace –
words survived the fall –
love needs not a place to be
but spreads
to take it all

. . .

refuge ~

29 Thursday Nov 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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bliss, breath, fearless, grace, life, living, love, nature, old maps, passion, reason, spirit, truth, understanding, wisdom

just beyond the shadows
an orphaned light goes dim
and in the moment after –
sweet release
of solitude
and settled in
the burdens of the day
are swirling now –
ashes in my cup

cedar squeaks
in loving sigh –
perilous surrender
purged a place of darkness
from my thoughts
slowly then –
a favored hymn
rises from my center
to warm against the cool
that is the night

. . .

mutterings ~

29 Thursday Nov 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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becoming, cherokee, connection, destiny, fearless, forgiveness, grace, life, love, old maps, reason, relationship, spirit, spirituality, strength, understanding, wisdom

within the realm
of going –
the music of just when
the light was shifted –
someone
called my name

within the sound
of words unsaid –
touch already known
to take me where no roads
were ever come

within the soul
of just one kiss
a sigh
becomes a sigh –
as tears embrace
the night with aquamarine

mutterings
of what shall be
if e’er our fears
be lost –
as moments stretched beyond
the place we live

watch the sky
unwritten there –
the failings of tomorrow
seek to know
of everything
and none

speak my name
before the sun –
is risen to the promise
taste the morning air
where I am gone

. . .

gather me ~

28 Wednesday Nov 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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becoming, bliss, death, destiny, faith, fearless, grace, knowledge, life, love, memory, passion, reason, restless, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, wandering, wisdom

recall to me
the winters past
of times –
and truth and reason
of moments more defined
and less restrained

by what was said
and who would grieve
our questions of redemption
when wondered of a time
when all was love

restore these fields
of innocence –
a lazy Thursday morn –
and nowhere soon to go
that cannot wait

gather me
to all you have –
a destiny forthcoming –
a place no longer
shadowed by the stars

of graces
we’ve forsaken
in the want for something less
would progress
take the place of times
we loved

fragile consolation
to all we might have known
when passed this way
again –

another time

give to me
the memory
of years unfated now
tho dreams can only take me
where I go

longing wears
a purple dress
the shade of which I love
and worries not for sins
already paid

without ~

28 Wednesday Nov 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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was ever one
a time to see
beyond our mortal sight –
to know
without our knowing
of dark within our light

of stars denied
our wishes –
some mystical retrace
eternities
reminding us –
of moments without place

of gone ahead
and ways to come –
with miles the path til then –
would garner more
than ever fate –
in lives
to love again

was ever there
a loss of self –
another trust to earn –
prayers to lay the night
beyond our reach

was certain come
a place we were
would seal as one divine
knowledge of forevermore –
a time beyond
our time

as only now
of all I have –
of hearts – one soul
made true
wherein I am –
of all I am
as once before I knew

. . .

potions ~

27 Tuesday Nov 2012

Posted by tornadoday in folklore, Poetry, Storytelling

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bliss, destiny, dreams, fearless, forgiveness, gravel roads, life, love, old maps, passion, postmark, reason, restless, spirit, understanding, wandering

in secret
contemplation
the snow is piling high
and every ounce of oil
has burned
to grey

resemblance to our destinies
is surely not our fault
we took such care
to wipe the proof
away

of miracles
there must have been
more than one
remember when
convincing me of something more
than signs

but the book is left
unopened –
I’m sure these aren’t my cards
the joker laughs
til I can scarcely sleep
bury me with potions
leave the window
cracked
and when the birds are roosting
let them be

cut the trees
the young will thrive
and when I’m grey
the best survived
a dozen more
than the summers might
have saved

to winters
we are taken
the hunter without grace
when everything is turned inside
to white –
the sacred lace

the first
to say I’m sorry
the last to say pretend
the fields are bare
and soon the time to go

remembering
the spring is come
as the reddest buds return
I’ll put my apron back
and time will slow

wrapped inside a promise
with nothing much between
the magic lent to circumstance –
the sweet desire
of dreams

cowboys sewn to flannel
each bittersweet regret
shadows fade
to scars the shade of night

illusion of a moment stilled
by fireflies and letters
tender indiscretions
to take the place
of light