bruises indigo ~

11 Tuesday May 2021

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling, verse

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acceptance, ache, blessing, destiny, fate, feeling, life, love, poet, spirit, story, truth, verse, writing in the dark

there’s an hurt
beneath my spine
a tiny spot of grief
a shadow of remorse to most unseen
curves against my leaving
til I can barely stand –
a part of you
I’ve not the heart to glean

was there a time
decided –
a lot I chose to take
a card misplayed
lines from north to south
written to the margins
there for all to see
how I love
and how I live without

folded into verses
wherever ink is spilled
my will is bent
all my fingers ache
bruises indigo
are evidence of truth
ego sleeps –
tho my heart
is wide awake

. . .

left to dream ~

05 Wednesday Aug 2020

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality

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dreams, feeling, life, love, soul memory, time, trust, truth, unspoken, words

hear me_edited

when for the words
I’d trade my soul –
with want for verse to reason
would give of all I have
to hold you still
when I’ve forgotten everything
of places left to dream –
to leave unsaid
love
beyond my will

. . .

this way ~

10 Friday Jul 2020

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling, spirituality

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allowance, cummings, ee, feeling, life, little words, love the only truth, nothing more than this, story, truth, witness

save me

is this the way
(it has to be)
lest I pretend not to know
– of love where love is said aloud
called (by name)
to home

reasons you have –
and words to make me stay

(reasons you have
for keeping me
this way)

I won’t go
(please don’t let me)
– how I hate goodbyes
lines redrawn across an angry page
(yet here am I)

I won’t beg
and you wouldn’t want me
(to crawl)

I’m too old
for making good
on promises left unsaid
– too gone
(to think I came)
to lose it all

. . .

what is ~

09 Tuesday Jun 2020

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality

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feeling, just so, night, poet, poetry, truth, verses, want, will, without rhyme, words, writing

whereIamknown

foolish fall
of lust to line –
jealous need to write
perilous the pen
within the sanctity
of night

verses
left to meaning –
dare the heart to feel
words without dimension
for what is not
and what is real

. . .

all the world ~

07 Tuesday Apr 2020

Posted by tornadoday in home, Poetry, spirituality

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feeling, hands, heart, life, love, nature, returning home, stars, time, trust, truth

home

evening burns
against my skin –
as I recall another
a winters night
ten thousand wishes made
your hands
becoming all the world
had I lived
for just one life
to carry you –
a kiss
I chose to save

. . .

pause ~

20 Friday Dec 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

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bliss, breath, connection, faith, fearless, feeling, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, moments, old maps, passion, reason, relationship, sacred intimacy, spirit, spirituality, star crossed, trust, value, wandering

winter weaves
a woolen blanket
threat beneath
the snow
warm the thought
of kisses
falling down
tender as
the willing
to remember
days gone by –
and there our purpose
waits
without a sound

preyed upon
prayed apart –
whispers read aloud
tho no one knows
the way of mine
for long
brushed against
convention –
waited thru the night
held you here
as rhyme against
my song

. . .