30 Friday Aug 2013
Posted in Poetry
Tags
becoming, connection, conscious consciousness, dreams, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, life, love, old maps, passion, reason, relationship, restless, resurrection, self, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, understanding, value
far beyond
the aching branch
stars are watching now
as line by line
touch by touch
we learn
to live within the knowing
we’ve questioned
all our lives
nightbirds wing
our whispers
to the dark
. . .
30 Friday Aug 2013
Tags
becoming, bliss, connection, dreams, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, restless, spirit, spirituality, understanding, wandering, wonder
for lack of words
longing fits
a favored pair
of mittens –
– essence born
of places I am known
for lack of faith
I swear I’ll do
whatever now is needed
– to run ahead
wherever time
is gone
were only this
the falling out –
and there
your need for talking
else silence
roll against me
in the dark
spirits shy
before the light
of evening on forever
words are lost
to wonder where
you are
. . .
24 Saturday Aug 2013
Posted in a time for telling, Poetry
Tags
becoming, bliss, breath, connection, dreams, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, leaning, longing, love, nature, passion, solitude, spirit, strength, surrender, truth, understanding, wandering
silent here
as essence gathers
dew upon the grass
willows weep
the pines asleep
as morning stirs at last
to sit a while
in waiting
lest I pray
the hours slow
were nights my only want
in letting go
dreamless now
the faultless fall
of day
upon my skin
as berry bright
the sun
peeks through
again
fearful
of forgiveness
to love with all my might
barefeet warm
against the board –
in reverence
for the light
Author’s Note: I’ve struggled for days
to find the right title for this
post. I’m hopeful this translates
well – the ease
of allowance.
. . .
24 Saturday Aug 2013
Tags
connection, destiny, dreams, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, kentucky, life, longing, love, old maps, passion, reason, restless, soul signature, southern, spirit, wandering, woman
neath the clutter
of september
the roof is hanging on
weathered there as passion to exhume
soft a bed of feathers
wilts within the storm –
where watches now
the blue become
the moon
pardoned
every reason
for where and when we were –
easing into everything
we fade
passions wear to wanting
for years beyond the ache
how we were
before this mess
we made
lashes
blink a sure escape
sorrows without shame
locks were never meant to keep the door
crouched against the memory
of almost all we had
maybe I’ll remember
something more
than ashes
in my coffee –
longing come and gone
dishes without match
to all we said
leaving gets forsaken
by the want to stick
around –
sheets no longer fitted
to the bed
. . .
23 Friday Aug 2013
Tags
becoming, bliss, breath, cherokee, connection, destiny, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, life, love, nature, passion, reason, restless, spirit, spirituality, strength, understanding, wisdom, wonder
were breath
become a whisper –
almost heaven
angel sigh
from the softened glow
of morning –
streams the night
from trust
was life becoming
something more
(o something less)
but for love
forever changing
more than blessings –
us to bless
from these winds
of ancient music –
sacred chime
was willed to word
angel thought –
ten thousand beating
sweetest song
we never heard
. . .
23 Friday Aug 2013
Posted in Poetry
Tags
becoming, bliss, connection, destiny, fearless, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, life, love, nature, old maps, passion, postmark, reason, restless, spirit, truth, understanding, wandering, wisdom, wonder
sacred hour
for taking flight –
wings to beat the branches
timber bends
as heaven wills
us home
wrestled with the best
of us –
someone stays the night
as passion works
the covers –
we become
wonder wields
a frightened flame
there beneath the trees –
fireflies are flirting with a song
known only by the willow
carried us between
tears are warmed
by places
we belong
of knowing
I’m uncertain –
of all I’ve come
to find –
but the night is here
and all have
is time
. . .
20 Tuesday Aug 2013
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bliss, connection, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, life, memory, nature, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, restless, resurrection, spirit, truth, understanding, wandering, wonder
poetry
keeps one more line
as folded bits of you
evidence
to graces
wearing through
cleaved apart my mystery –
held me until then
when last I knew
– once I’d be
again
guarded apprehension
solace works the same –
as years erased
were I
another flame –
sweat beneath the covers
wept aloud at times
for choices
gone the way
of useless rhyme
silently to wander
beyond the feel of light –
tis there
I hold my rest
and take my flight
beholding as to everything
some meaning
to discern –
how much of me
remains
for me to learn
. . .
20 Tuesday Aug 2013
Posted in folklore, Poetry, Rambling, Storytelling
Tags
becoming, breath, broken, connection, death, destiny, faith, family, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, landscape, life, love, old maps, passion, postmark, reason, restless, southern, spirit, strength, understanding, wandering, woman, writing
curses
catch the sheets on fire
when chance
you swore to leave
broken
every plate I own
decided not to grieve
for the busted chair
the heavy heart –
weeds to crowd my soul
a bridge in need
of mending –
morning whispers
cold
as winter warned
the flame to die –
with promises of spring
ashes silt the corners
reminders –
every thing
of yesterdays
returned anew –
the choice made long ago
flowers bloom
in shades of smoke
– for reasons
I don’t know
. . .
Author’s Note: I’ve been carrying this
picture around for almost three
years…..waiting for words
to wake me.
19 Monday Aug 2013
Posted in Poetry, Storytelling, verse
Tags
bliss, breath, connection, conscious consciousness, death, destiny, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, life, love, passion, reason, relationship, restless, resurrection, spirituality, strength, truth, understanding
within this gift
that is
my heart –
the memory of soul
– of nights so dark
and days no longer mine
of times before
we dare forget
a place untouched by man
I knew you
as I know you –
now
again
within these words
are others fit
with sorrow
for the ways
lines are curled about
as ancient death
fellowship was broken
by truth we held apart
eternity we lost
within
a breath
. . .
19 Monday Aug 2013
Posted in Poetry, Storytelling
Tags
bliss, destiny, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, learning, life, love, old maps, passion, postmark, reason, restless, spirit, strength, understanding, unremembering, wandering, wonder
in the still
before the light became
was there I knew you well
– was there
I found your place
and learned your name
remembered of forever
once promised
to return –
when falling
– we were falling
just the same
remember me to always
let me follow there
footprints in the sand
or on the sea
trust the wind
to keep us –
to moments made divine
as light
upon the waters
come to me
. . .
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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