faded gardenias ~

29 Tuesday Oct 2013

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light
wears the first breath
of word
for the poet
a moment unmeant
for the cleaving apart
smudges of carbon
blue and black cinder
stay our confusion –
of ashes
to hearth

in the want
for another –
some knowing unsaid
else silence
these blessings erase
with sorrows grown eager
turning us round –
forsaken for love
would hold us
always

where the next
is beginning –
the past grieving so
as the shutter
of spring –
a flight coming home
to resolve
what is missing
remembered somehow
as the taste of surrender
in words
long ago

. . .

of soul ~

28 Monday Oct 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

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dreams melt easy
into places of home
a box in the attic
of truths
holding still
as little green stamps
held to a page
would buy us the heavens
– a treasure of will

feathering
shadows to dance
up above
the ceiling takes life
of her own
ushering thought
into meaning returned
wrapped in a blanket
of old

strange
our repentance
our surrender to more
than a dollar made do
with the coming
to whole
to see without seeing
to know
all we keep
where value is kept
in the attic
of soul

. . .

the only me I know ~

27 Sunday Oct 2013

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, folklore, Poetry, Rambling, Storytelling

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becoming, conscious consciousness, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, reason, spirit, travel, understanding, wisdom

there was a place
we were going
never knew from where
we came
our dreams were old
but dying meant
we’d never leave again –
we could take of these
and leave the rest behind

there was a spot
along the highway –
we stopped just yesterday
and counted miles
stones and stars –
the distance to today
never stayed for long
the holding on
was more than we
could take

was a breath before I caught it
pushed away

there were words
denied of meaning
thought denied a place –
wings the width of shoulders
held together
strings of grace

there were maps
to match –
and ways to clear
cedars filled with swallows
and blue –
the deepest blue
beyond the trees

never looked the same
when looking back
recalled another morning
when cotton floated
low above the fields

it seems that way
the way it was –
and I with love to squander
could have sworn I held your hand
and closed my eyes

eternity
was always more
than I could dare imagine –
when a moment stretched
to take of time –
the only me
I know

. . .

sacred ~

25 Friday Oct 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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destiny, discernment, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, knowing, knowledge, life, love, opening, passion, reason, sacred intimacy, spirit, truth, understanding

of mysteries –
the questions
sometimes more
the answers bear
to wonder what the reason
we were saved

unburdened
by forgiveness
grace we never earned
starry skies
to cleave us from the pain

beholding
to our knowing
of all we were to be
mercy for road
to rise above

dusty cowl
of muscadine
wild their vapor stings
given ease
where yesterday
we loved

. . .

lipstick coffee cup ~

23 Wednesday Oct 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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bliss, connection, destiny, dreams, fearless, forgiveness, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, old maps, passion, postmark, reason, relationship, restless, sacred intimacy, spirit, spirituality, star crossed, strength, truth, wandering, wisdom

calm me down
with whispers –
stories of the road
times you called my name
I heard you clear
above the dreams
of might have been
and where you’ll rest
tonight –
as I with plans
one day
to hold you near

silence stales
the cigarette
lipstick coffee cup
clean the break
of one more living shared
long before the sunset
knew to save
her paints –
your fingerprints
were glowing everywhere

dream the stars
from going
with questioning just so
a universe
where love is felt
the same
as sleep along the highway
counting back the miles
– stirred awake
by whispers
of your name

. . .

falling stars ~

17 Thursday Oct 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

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cherokee, connection, conscious consciousness, destiny, faith, fearless, forgiveness, God, grace, knowledge, love, passion, reason, resurrection, sacred intimacy, seeing in the dark, spirit, spirituality, truth, understanding

gather not
to story
the wages
made of sin
forgiving fault
– were grace
to take us in

speak not ill
the passing
lest for stones
your journey stall
remembered love
was come
to save us all

each tender word
– a sacred touch
of truths
we cannot see
alight the path
of darkness
our chosen destiny

a bitter charge
delayed us once –
mending now the whole
scars
the same as falling stars
aligning heart
and soul

. . .

in sweet ~

12 Saturday Oct 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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she spins
in sleeves
of flannel
worried not for word
counts the stars
by name
(gives them
hers)

cursing not
the seeker
nor winds
to take him far
beyond the light
(still
within her arms)

♥♥

in sweet
she pulls
at shadows
and wanders then
to dream
of wishes made
(and where
their burning rests)

in choice
denied the choosing
fortunes yet
untold
for love beyond
her knowing
(gratefulness)

♥♥

unforgotten ~

09 Wednesday Oct 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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dreams
here becoming
of moments allowed –
from times
unforgotten –
the ways we are now

as a drink
from your waters –
as an ache
to your touch
your kiss lingers lightly
– as a haunting
of love

where I was
now I’ve come
with all that I own
confessing
to shadows –
a long ways from home

in the places
you wander –
do you see me sometimes
in the movement
of venus –
where heavens
align

. . .

a time to keep ~

07 Monday Oct 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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I’ve heard
them tell
of summer storms
beyond the reach
of winters –
of places where the spring
has gone to stay
wrapped around
a bitter bark –
falling into sorrow
a time to keep
of lifetimes
yesterday

held us here
with promise –
with want for one last time
a life reserved
if ever fate allowed
given will to gather
lest we choose
another way –
beholding not to
consequence
somehow

changing
as were seasons
passing us to years –
golden crowns
with ribbons furling grey
wherein our faith
is measured –
a truth
we carry still
of times we lived
for this –
another day

. . .