lipstick coffee cup ~

23 Wednesday Oct 2013

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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

. . .

fell to rhyme ~

22 Tuesday Oct 2013

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becoming, bliss, breath, connection, destiny, dreams, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, relationship, spirit, truth, wonder

days
are but a poem penned
years no longer matter
the sun
is setting low
beneath the pines

waiting there
the anxious moon
to fill her nights
with wonder
her every want – a magic
fell to rhyme

lay me here
stay me here –
in mystery made sweeter
wrap my wish
in memory
– a crush of love
divine

. . .

time between ~

22 Tuesday Oct 2013

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it was a time
reserved for wishing
– the fields were flush
with grain
when a boy
of almost nothing
stood his ground

he dreamed in shades
of fourteen years
a girl behind the glass
found him
as he found her
leaning in

offered up a place to go –
folded worlds of wonder
took no mind
to what they’d find
tears and joy
and laughter

sailing out
beyond the window pane

three months
down a dusty road
he found the nerve
for asking
far more than this
more than lives could bear
took her for a midnight ride
down across the border
trading rings
and counting stars
between

another then
and moments past
without the need
for telling
what was left
and all a heart might hold
rockabye
and baby –
let the buntin stay
for all we know
was this
our chosen way

now again
the road becomes
a path someone forgot
leaves are falling
scarlet
round my bed
reminders sit in flannel
sheets of gabardine
where he was
she fills
the time between

Author’s Note: In September 1955, a man and a woman shared
their first kiss. He was 23 and she only 14. Three months later,
they married, and two months after that, he was discharged from the Air Force.
Seven days later, he started a job he would work for 52 years. Nine
months after that seven days, I was born. Still they yearn for
one more kiss, and I am blessed on this day – when they celebrate the
start of so very much love.

Story is everything.

. . .

sweetly ~

20 Sunday Oct 2013

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bliss, breath, connection, faith, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, living, love, nature, reason, spirituality, strength, truth, understanding, value, wonder

what tender chord
is risen
in gratitude
for grace
a truth
to soul remembered
we defend
whispers
hide in velvet ears
lately echoes
roll
sweetly from
the shadows
pulling in

what beauty
dares
the earth conceive
light and love
abound
tis there
I wake
from wandering
– as word
without a sound

. . .

and still ~

17 Thursday Oct 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

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becoming, connection, faith, grace, gravel roads, joys, knowledge, life, living, love, old maps, passion, reason, remembering, restless, spirit, spirituality, truth, understanding

as time
removed
the realm of clock
bound not hand
to hand –
dreams may change
tho here we are
the same

worn into
the waking
of one more chilly dawn
names are held
in silence –
prayer
becoming light

as faith
to carry –
safe within the
colors of my soul
echoes of forever –
a story
left untold

before
and still
I know
as I know
you won’t forget
there were some
you loved
– and some
who love you
yet

. . .

morning sigh ~

10 Thursday Oct 2013

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bliss, breath, breath of God, connection, dreams, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, heaven here, knowledge, life, love, nature, old maps, passion, relationship, spirit, spirituality, truth, understanding, wonder

saturday
and nothing more
than a drive
into the mountains
counting miles
tis there that God sits tea

hunkered down
beside the banks
sings the tune of river
dancing laugh –
He waits the day
for me

blushing sky
of morning sigh
swarms atop the waters
pearly mist
as cool the kiss
of night

somewhere near
the melody
of take me back
to Eden
spinning round
to love’s sweet sound
within the arms
of Light

. . .

missed me ~

07 Monday Oct 2013

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

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wonder
steals my breath away
waiting for the sun
was sure to come
– tho still I held
the night

closer than
a midnight prayer
urging me to go
out beyond
the meadow –
into flight

thought
you might have
missed me
when the oldest star
came round –
a warmth of something
feels the same
as love

twilight sweeps
across the lawn
where earlier
the dawn
slept beneath the trees
and dreamed
of us

. . .

of moments left ~

04 Friday Oct 2013

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ivy claims
the dusty boards
run beneath my bed
beyond the dream
roots are taking hold
a somewhere
I’ve decided
is where I’ll spend
my nights

while keeping here
the best
of letting go

anxious breath
of moments left
of lifetimes there
we knew
calamine
and flannel
birch and bear
cold the ways of winter
let me hold you
closer dear

charcoal swans
are gathered
to the rise

silence
tells me everything
about the ways
you’ve come
and where you’ll go
when morning
shades my eyes

paths
of almost nothing
weave ambrosia
into light
and I am swept
with where you were
tonight

. . .

stories from afar ~

02 Wednesday Oct 2013

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what worlds
we wandered years away
with nothing come
between
a star removed
of moments here –
as ancient ones
to dream

of lives forgotten
plans undone –
by wishes laid aside
for destines
of fear –
a truth denied

what souls
await already –
with knowledge
of our will
they call us out –
and listen for us
still

on frigid nights
the air is charged
with stories from afar
a promise
of returning –
where we are

choosing yet
some other time –
another way we came
to know
before our knowing –
ten thousand
stars
by name

. . .

watermark ~

01 Tuesday Oct 2013

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The way it was
as worlds became
a distant memory of a spark –
was slipped away
(as kiss to kiss).
Nothing left but light to dark.
Rivers rushed into the sea –
tempests chased the scent of rain.
Vessels formed of dying leaves –
where love has been
it falls again.

Voice so clear
though seldom heard –
words to silent breath ensued.
Before the place we were
is gone –
drums shall tell of longing (true).
Westward winds
to fan the same –
carries us beyond the wing.
Beyond the stories
never told
another comes
(don’t mean a thing).

I was here –
I know for sure
but not for long (as years define).
I wrote of something
I can’t say
was but a fire – that fainting line.
Never knew –
no luck with names –
was started somewhere else
(my soul).
I often wonder what will be
remained of warmth
when I am cold.

To feel again
the same (as now)
mesmerized by dancing flame
sleepless nights to wonder (still)
from where we were
and why we came.
There’s no way to know
for sure –
when life is passed into the mist.
Who will speak
with honesty –
of love we knew – this sweet abyss.

A kinder tale –
I can’t recall
but surely there was more (to find).
Fever burned forgotten lives
when came anew
my eyes to blind.
As yesterdays
(a watermark)
faded soft beneath the glow.
Forever dreams
in memories –
a spark ignited
long ago.

2011

. . .