sworn to easy ~

12 Thursday Sep 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

Tags

becoming, bliss, cherokee, connection, death, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, life, love, nature, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, restless, seasons, southern, spirit, spirituality, strength, time, understanding, wandering, wonder

were becoming
sworn to easy
leaves began this way
as snow
upon my favorite
summer day

as silence
come to pleading –
lonely for a sigh
as red and yellow
folded
lullabies

held the night
with wishes –
sometimes yet i feel
the light is all
and nothing left
is real

made of me
forever
lest i drift
as one – the clouds
or sail beyond
the sunset
i am now

. . .

but for your name ~

12 Thursday Sep 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling, Storytelling

≈ 9 Comments

Tags

bliss, cherokee, death, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, love, memory, nature, passion, reason, spirit, spirituality, truth, understanding, wandering

when all I have
is thunder
from another day
not far –
lightening ripped
the curtains from my room
a moment come –
reminding me
of silver ladle skies
a bit of you
tho more – I loved
the moon

of jezebel
and jasmine –
something left me blind
before we spoke
the plan was writ to be
as light
into my windows
burdens robbed of spring
winter slept
in sheets of mystery

verses
chapter –
circumstance
weavers climb and wait
a paradise
where all we know remains
tied up now in story
suns have washed away –
everything
is gone
but for your name

worry not
the taking
leave of all we shared
the world is wild
with secrets
unconfessed
endless as the meadow
became of jupiter
returning me
– a sparrow
to your nest

. . .

photographs of then ~

11 Wednesday Sep 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

≈ 12 Comments

Tags

becoming, bliss, connection, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, kentucky, life, living, love, memory, old maps, passion, poetry, postmark, relationship, restless, spirit, spirituality, understanding, wandering

yesterday
the sunlight tasted
pepper cantaloupe
tho last night left me not
a drop of wine
grieving for a poem wrote
a month ago last Tuesday
– thought you here
but now I feel
you’re gone

the way of
summer shadows –
straight back ladder chairs
black and white
photographs of then
cool beneath my memory
touch to pause
the same
are pasted to a page
I never turned

. . .

rush ahead ~

10 Tuesday Sep 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

≈ 8 Comments

Tags

becoming, bliss, connection, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, kentucky, life, love, passion, poetry, postmark, reason, restless, soul signature, spirit, spirituality, value, wandering

for a while
it seems
the rain has come –
to wash away the river
sands beyond the banks
on which we lay
another time
of leaving you –
how it was that way
to find us here
no longer now
the same

for ages
I was waiting –
and still you stayed afar
to wonder
did you know
how could you know
there were roads
no less forgotten
somewhere weeds to grow
around this bed
blue within your smoke

one more lie
to listen –
save your favored time
rush ahead –
to claim this touch
divine
of worlds
I have no vision
beyond this one we make
dream me now
and I will stay
awake

. . .

returning me this way ~

06 Friday Sep 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling, verse

≈ 4 Comments

Tags

becoming, bliss, breath, connection, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, life, love, nature, old maps, passion, poetry, postmark, reason, restless, spirit, spirituality, truth

traces mark the ways
I came –
rings around the bark
flowers here
I planted yesterday
what passions I’ve surrendered –
haunt this mortal ground
– whispered wind
returning me
this way

letters writ
a lifetime more –
ageless as their love
to sweat against the verses
every line
fingers rubbed a shade
of blue –
seeking still to claim
remnants of a story
more than mine

last I heard
of not much left
was buried somewhere south
below the line of parting
would you care
for promise lost –
except for these
I’ve kept them every one

the road is gone
and dreams won’t take me
there

. . .

as love knew me ~

05 Thursday Sep 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

≈ 6 Comments

Tags

becoming, bliss, breath, connection, dreams, eternities now, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, love, memory, old maps, passion, poetry, soul signature, spirit, spirituality, timeless, truth, wandering, wonder

of places
once we tarried –
before
as now again
to know of love
(as love knew me)
a shift
of ancient sands

still
as light
became of word
your voice
to places sweet
made real a song
without a sound –
my heart within
your beat

of taste –
your name
recalls my lips
your touch
of moonlight glow
showed to me
eternity –
the only one
I know

. . .

different looking back ~

04 Wednesday Sep 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

≈ 12 Comments

Tags

breath, connection, death, destiny, dreams, fearless, gravel roads, kentucky, knowledge, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, postmark, restless, spirit, truth, understanding, wandering

. . .

morning fits
with amber hues
her memory of night –
of places left
beyond the reach of dreams
where stories fell in secret
pages brittle bound –
light was lost to
moments
burned between

longing wakes
before the sun –
pulls the covers round
til supper is grown cold
and windows black –
living tends to hurt
the least
dying feels so wrong –

time
– it seems so different
looking back

. . .

between ~

02 Monday Sep 2013

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry

≈ 6 Comments

Tags

becoming, breath, connection, destiny, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, star crossed, strength, understanding, wandering, wonder

forever
to wait –
seems not that much more
than was passed
while I waited a day
remembered to moments –
and there you are still
how easy these years
fell away

forgotten
the place
of beginning again
as seasons
now folded between
nights held with wonder
for times we drew dear
– are passed
as a sigh into dreams

suppose
and I will –
every morning til then
wrapped as allowance
to stars long ago
how will I find
what I waited so long
– to touch
what I already know

. . .