seeds to sorrow ~

29 Friday Mar 2013

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Calla

gather not
my east approach
or sink to swells this longing
as once became
within a veil of grace
swept beneath
a battered cross
washed away to sorrow
tears were seeds
to lily

let them bloom

. . .

tangled ~

28 Thursday Mar 2013

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honeysuckle ribbons
are wrapped
as time with string
and squeezed against a plank
of aching red
dusted hallelujahs
are buried by the post
and rusted
to the latch
just like they said

we’d never make the papers
never knew our time
would end –
struggled with the map
unspoken shame –
as day old letters
fade into the memory of a box
– and photographs
don’t hold me
quite the same

a kiss
the taste as summer
a touch the same as true
gentle eyes
were watching me –
as I was watching you
like who would know
the stories
weren’t for telling
where we’d be –
or where we started over
might be here –
you came for me

as roads to trace
from east to west –
were moved as north I took
a ticket in my pocket
found me there
let me know
if e’er the stars
are moved from where
I loved –
as honeysuckle moments
are pulling
at my hair

. . .

resurrection ~

28 Thursday Mar 2013

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across the plains
which have no master –
tides rewritten
carve the sand
steps removed
my solace journey
lifetimes passed
to where I stand

kept aside
with places sacred
each divined
no less than these
rain is falling
now the river –
wanders far
with sweet release

echoes fall
as green to timber –
light to lacey
fingers glean
silence weighs
the reach of sorrow
broken bough of
nature’s dream

life returns
to guard the stillness
darkness pressed
beyond the shoals
seasons pass
as sands are shifted
sunlight bathes
the willing soul

. . .

come on rain ~

27 Wednesday Mar 2013

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of oceans
might you tell me
of shores I never found
holding there –
your last goodbye
to know

messages untangled
as notes
forgot to send
strains the moonlight
leaving
sands below

held against
your mercies
pardoned by your grace
prayed for some
where’er your tears
might fall

purged
of ancient rivers
rushing toward the sea
bathed in pools
of jasper –
winter squall

of timbers
other paths were crossed
with stories of regret
– passed along
as ships
without a sail

merchant chafed
as some suspect –
before the turning home
winds of fate
were destined
to prevail

the shallow dish
of wading pool –
glimmers bright your blue –
came the hottest august
to your kiss

memories reflecting
on a sweeter
somewhere now –
swords are melting
cool against
your mist

. .

prepared for you ~

25 Monday Mar 2013

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could ever I imagine
another such as this –
dates no longer written
to a memory
of verse

parting ways
within the space
of one more time
remembered –
where I was
when first I heard
your name

seems a while
tho sometimes more
than numbers to recounting
steps along the way
I might relearn

prepared for you
to letting go
where traces there are none
– graces held together
by my love

. . .

another rise ~

22 Friday Mar 2013

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reach into
my waking –
where pages have been stuck
a sleeve of petals
held between my rhyme
guarded as the golden gilt
notes of scribbled
fame –
proof you were
another time I knew

verses
of pretention
seasons folded now –
are stored on shelves
I hardly reach
for more
tho once I thought
to understand
the leaving as you do
longing left
to pages
I can’t lose

hearts were free
to gather these –
graces of permission
time was ne’er to blame
for where we lingered
here a bit
save to flight
the dream of dreams –
another rise to set
burned me into orange
– lay me back
in ruby red

. . .

falling ’round ~

21 Thursday Mar 2013

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bid me not
some sad farewell
of living gone awry –
or grieve me yet
when glories stretch the ground
build me not a golden box
but line my drawer
with cedar –
song beneath the branches
falling ’round

carry not my name
for long –
with bittersweet remorse
or dwell on lines
never to be wrote
as petals to your autumn red
remembering the same
swirling clouds of scarlet –
summer smoke

ashes
somewhere blowing –
a storm beyond the night
make my bed
beneath the willow tree
bargain not with seekers
for stars when nights grow cold
yearning still a flame
to burn for me –

. . .

white orchids ~

19 Tuesday Mar 2013

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faded white
the promises
I swore to never lose –
though sometimes
I can’t move
within my skin
backward through the
coming back –
onward to the place
where standing now
is standing still
in time

april seems
a world away –
and yet another morning
is pushed against the feelings
I’ve almost
but not forgotten
and eyes
to scan the edges
of a world so few have known
orchids bloom
in shadows
where the darkness
goes to dream

. . .

pages ~

19 Tuesday Mar 2013

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of pages
I was garnered
three or four –
surely there you read me
for the poetry
between –

lulled
while fingers lingered
mute along my spine
as tender pulled
each fragile verse
of mysteries
redeemed

longing writ
to margins undefiled
but for the eager heart
in searching
an unread destiny –
flesh and blood
the shade of indigo

. . .

kisses more ~

18 Monday Mar 2013

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wait for me
much longer –
than now the story is
when life became
much harder to resist
ten thousand games
another name
decided from the start
when I was queen
and you –
the king of hearts

built our dreams
from make believe –
one telling at a time
feathers bent to walls
and kisses more
than window
and wysteria –
gates of broken down
fit together passions
for a floor

patched a piece
of weathering –
leaned against the sky
climbed me up
the ladder of your lust –
wondered then
of what would hold
and where the rain
would pool

we’d build a
kitchen there
in shades of blue

jelly jars
of autumn light –
crowns we might have worn
asleep with
purple marbles
in our hands –
trusted for another time
to find the future come

parting now the stars
we knew
by name

. . .