31 Friday Jan 2014
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becoming, breath, connection, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, gravel roads, knowledge, life, living, love, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, spirit, strength, truth, value, wandering, wisdom, wonder
long the years
to stretch between
ashes to the snow
a memory of shadows
to my soul
once and now
a season passed –
to hold my longing
dear
whate’er I speak
in silence –
the universe
will hear
. . .
30 Thursday Jan 2014
Posted in Poetry, Storytelling
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bliss, breath, connection, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, gravel roads, kentucky, knowledge, life, memory, old maps, passion, poetry, postmark, reason, restless, seeing in the dark, spirit, star crossed, truth, understanding, value, wandering
dare I now
to close my eyes –
illusions of the same
somewhere
there
a whisper
of my name
falls around
as mystery
I never could concede
to know the ways
to home –
and back to me
hands to reach
a kiss just so
who am I to tell –
the taking from the leaving
when both
have fit me
well
a sky this blue
another gave
one day –
from all the rest
to know of truth
I carried –
a blessing
unconfessed
eases now
as once I knew
the touch
of letting go –
hands were reaching
softly –
eyes were open
closed
. . .
30 Thursday Jan 2014
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becoming, breath, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, old maps, passion, postmark, reason, resurrection, sacred intimacy, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, understanding, wandering, wisdom
settle these drums
tender this song –
(remember)
and I shall be made
the place
where memory
melts (into light)
as distance
these musings
to fade
as ink
through the years
pressed between hands
(folded)
the length of goodbye
a voice without
season
sealed into word
and worn into place
(as tears
left to dry)
for a time
(not so fleeting)
as breath
close enough
is kept on a shelf
in the dark
counted (the ways)
mere steps from me now
retrieving the flame
from embers –
a spark
were moments
(of holding)
forever so near
could see out beyond
all we knew
was life
worth returning
(again
and again)
as a star
to believing –
(remembered) us
new
. . .
29 Wednesday Jan 2014
Posted in Poetry
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bliss, breath, connection, destiny, dreams, fearless, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, reason, silence, spirit, star crossed, story, truth, understanding, unremembered, wandering, wonder
worry not
o’er promises
to vanish in the light
let kisses fall
as proof
that you were here
as gentle stirs
the morning
beyond the reach
of why –
might reason
be as slow
to disappear
let not your tongue
these secrets bear
as refuge
for the flight
where silence tells
our story
now again
let –
and I (a souvenir)
held within your heart
as whispers
guard the places
I have been
. . .
28 Tuesday Jan 2014
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bliss, breath, connection, destiny, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, life, love, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, sacred intimacy, spirit, spirituality, surrender, truth, understanding, value, wonder
winter weave
your lullabye –
let the moon forget
the stone
that was my promise
buried deep
pressed into another rhyme
white
embroidered rose –
dreams remain
of lines I’m sworn
to keep
of graces
held the longer
yearn for me
the same
while quiet waits
our willing to reveal
a poem
we were writing
verse defending verse
strings we thought were broken
echo still
when pulled
into some other life
a moment
love endured –
softer where
the dawn is wearing thru
tempted by
the passing –
of yellow leaves to rain
– as certain as
my falling
into you
. . .
24 Friday Jan 2014
Posted in a time for telling, Poetry
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becoming, bliss, connection, death, destiny, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, life, living, love, memory, old maps, passion, poetry, postmark, promise, reason, spirit, still, truth, understanding, unexplained, value, wonder
with hope
that bears not reason
some other time
awaits
as shadows to the leaving –
a stranger
at the gate
gathers yet
these orchids
we planted on our way
and worries not
the chill
of yesterday
of human hands
immortal hearts
wear true
the soul to soul –
memories of presence
in living
shall unfold
soft against
these fading lights
– to know
because we feel
a moment
unsurrendered
resolves to hold us
still
. . .
22 Wednesday Jan 2014
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bliss, cherokee, connection, divine intuition, dreams, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, living, love, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, seeing in the dark, spirit, spirituality, truth, understanding, value, wandering, wisdom, wonder
awaken
o familiar
lamp within
the dark
beloved as a wish
I made
upon
some ancient light
another night
wherein my dreams
are found
remembers me
unto the great
unknown
22 Wednesday Jan 2014
Posted in Poetry
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age, bliss, faith, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, living, love, old maps, passion, poetry, postmark, quiet, reason, sacred intimacy, seasons, silence, southern, spirit, star crossed, strength, truth, understanding, value
of paths
I’ll not remember this
how far
beyond your arms
beyond the safe –
somewhere
still we are
will years
become
the wearing down
into eternity –
a late night
in the kitchen
silently
rehearsed
again
the coming back
forgotten now to go
love is still
– I wonder
how I know
. . .
17 Friday Jan 2014
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connection, fearless, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, living, love, memory, nature, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, relationship, restless, sacred intimacy, silence, sometimes, spirit, truth, value, wandering, woman, writing
once
in still
another wrote
his name
upon my soul
a lovely shade –
no different
than my own
cursive drew
across and through
back and forth
(remember)
the stiches were so small
I never knew
the almost lines
of future lives
the need
where grief would tarry
for never would
my story
love deny
dots and dips
and slashes –
longing curlicues’
are weaved
into the rhythm
of a sigh
. . .
15 Wednesday Jan 2014
Posted in Poetry
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becoming, breath, connection, death, dreams, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, life, love, nature, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, restless, seeing in the dark, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, value, wonder
fragile falls
the eager first
to raise our hopes again
to fill the empty lines
ahead with verse
– a rhyme
tho none would notice
the way
I spoke your name
while tender
curved a hand
against my heart
souvenirs
are taken in
folded to the crease
memorized
as season –
year by year
til only one remembers
well enough
the story goes
of ways
the words were whispered
– now again
in the silent song
of morning light
truths are laid together
– a softer line
than e’er a rhyme
could touch
. . .
. . .
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