diamonds to light ~

21 Monday Jan 2013

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this more than for wanting
a sweet apprehension –
as stems folded double by bloom
burst through the cracks
of fear unsurrendered
are holes where heaven
shines through

tis more than the morning
and sunlight defended
webs strung as diamonds
to light
shivers and ceilings
altered by grace
delicate whispers –
a voice in the night

a glow on the hearth
a flame in the heart
an ember of all that has been
strained in the living –
sitting fire to life
waiting as grace
rushes in

tis more than belief
in a miracle once
for moments – eternity shines
richer the graden run over
by weeds –
as bliss hanging low
on the vine

. . .

darling ~

18 Friday Jan 2013

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becoming, cherokee, destiny, fragility, grace, gravel roads, life, love, moments, nature, passion, poetry, reason, restless, spirit, spirituality, strength, understanding, wisdom

diamonds rip
the rafters –
and let the sparrows in
muddy straw
and no one saw me there
trading stories
one more time
of who we were before
led us now to riches
a sky of royal flame –

daffodils of ancient lore
by others I was known –
a line was drawn
between eternities
written down
to virgin sands –
washed beneath the flood
ages bent to stolen
reverie

deeper there
the river swelled
darling of the forest
sang the day to sleep
most every night –
swam within the milky way
and wondered where I’d be
building nests
and pressed against
the sky

waterfalls ~

16 Wednesday Jan 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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becoming, connection, dreams, fearless, grace, gravel roads, life, love, old maps, passion, poetry, spirit, truth, understanding, wandering, wisdom

a shade of grey
between the boards
remains of waterfalls
and silent there
in other times –
a dreamer fell to sleep
were mysteries
becoming me
or truths – as gods undone
twilight pools
in maple boats
somewhere east I am

as ancient seas
the careful breeze
is matched by one to this
home no more than once
before I came
born to ordinary
daffodils and pine
kitchen filled
with wonderful –
clothes to crowd the line

a casual communion
of thoughts the prophet mourned
and hard the backs
where held the hands to pray
tears still taste
of somewhere
else – empty satin shores –
ages worn as covers
to the couch

without regard
to weather –
you left with me your coat –
and stuffed into the pocket
every line
of sweet imperfect whispers
wrinkles on the night
when said I love you
more than I recall

bring your will
to harness mine –
your lips these truths to fold
gathered as the gold
from younger fields
mystery of
everything –
knows one more of me
is reading from your pages
writing your release

. . .

forever (more) ~

16 Wednesday Jan 2013

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were coming back more
than asked of forgiveness –
no one would blame me
for running (away)
picking through pieces
were left of the ruins –
fashioned to story
with nothing to say

longer the leaving
than ever I wanted
destiny cooled in a cup
by the sink
wishes and wondering
(how will I know you)
when lost are these verses
of breathing to ink

you and your highways
while I – to the back roads
dust on your face
are briars (my own)
willed to remember
nights without shadow
reach me
(to teach me)
another way home

a place on the map
a weathered remembrance
heaven and earth
were switched in our stead
light streamed
as moments of angels
(and demons)
pressed in our pressing –
and stored ‘neath the bed

tho winds
yet were blowing
to seasons (unnamed)
by graces retracing
ten thousand (too few)
sunrise decided
in our rush to discover
time without memory
of (just) passing through

leave me the river
and take of your oceans
I’ll keep the lantern
(and give you the sun)
where are the stones
we laid on tomorrow –
coming back sweeter
into love
(we’ve become)

. . .

topaz ~

16 Wednesday Jan 2013

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help me
to give you
the music of making
more than one sunrise
more than one
song

leaves
the color
of jasper and topaz
bloody red color of choice
as I was
written to sunsets
before

painted to circles
and splashes of light
outside the lines
remained
of the heart

chased as a feeling
from shadow
to shade
cooled in the places
you are

favored companion
white linen tapers –
a wind of a whisper
somewhere

fearless to fly
past the edge
of remember
confession of colors –

tis the only
we dream

shades of cedar ~

13 Sunday Jan 2013

Posted by tornadoday in folklore, Poetry, Storytelling

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acceptance, becoming, breath, conscious consciousness, destinies, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, living, love, morning, passion, relationship, silence, solitude, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, understanding, wisdom

were there storms before
we lasted –
and now the signs are gone
scars remain
but not with thought to loss
or changes due
their coming back
stories writ by time
sweetened now by tenderness
and truth

forgiven are the choices
were come the sake of love
would not I know
I’d make the same again
flush against the feeling
blossomed by the bliss
wishing long on stars
still hang the sky

lace is streamed
from evergreen
robins crowd the yard
where morning bread
was scattered from the porch
silhouette of winter shapes
the fences falling down
I sit awhile
wrapped in solitude

a quilted patch
called living
no pattern but of love
tiny hands once stitched
and cursed and made
destinies to warm me
more I’ve yet to see –
coffee cold
but still it makes me sing

where we were
we are the same –
as silence keeps the dawn
showers fall
and there the seeds
redeemed
quietly the sunlight stirs
life in shades of cedar –
witness to the waking
pulls the love
around

. . .

softer rhyme ~

12 Saturday Jan 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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balance, becoming, bliss, breath, destiny, fearless, grace, gravel roads, life, love, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, self, soul signature, spirit, spirituality, strength, time, truth, understanding, wandering, writing

pages worn
our lines apart
rhyme eternal one ~
failing as the reader to resign
fingers fumble
ink becomes ~
a souvenir of will
verses bent us double
to begin

read to me
of where we wait
still in chapters bare
press into
these mysteries
of skin
vowels displaced by wonder –
breath where longing pools
margins far too wide
to keep us in

numbers resurrected
one more place to be –
were ever there
a crime of destinies
line by line
rhythm caught in places
never said –
mark the page
for keeping me –
held by love again

. . .

on and on ~

10 Thursday Jan 2013

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destiny, fearless, grace, gravel roads, legacy, life, love, poetry, postmark, reason, silence, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, understanding, wisdom, words, writing

when voice
is forgotten
might words have their say
and sit in the silence
of dreams

fastened to longing
as a string to the sky
where wishes float
back to the last
lonely night

when names
are forgotten
but fortunate few
are gifted a side
in the telling

might then I be known
as a star sailed away
or stillness where
echoes one voice

and mandolins ~

10 Thursday Jan 2013

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build a nest
above my door
and I won’t make you move
already there
is family on the porch
feathered friends
and mandolins
breast to breast
to stone –
twilight takes
whatever
I confess

stitch a coat
from verses wrote –
letters to the trees
are lying now in wait
beneath my bed
sealed with ruby smudges
such a perfect shade
of kiss –
willed to rhyme
made silent by a sigh

. . .

almost disappeared ~

09 Wednesday Jan 2013

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breath, connection, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, postmark, reason, restless, spirit, strength, tears, truth, understanding, value, wisdom, woman

restless pattern
of the rain
teardrops on the windshield
passerbys
discouraged by the veil
fleeting recognition
of a story
almost told
though none can hear
the whisper
o’er the wail

the beating
of a gentle heart
trying not to fold –
eyes to search the darkness
for a sign
someone sees
beyond the storms
remembered of her days
were wishes to the gods
for one more time

was drawn against
the falling down
tho who would notice now
the girl she was
is almost disappeared
into a cloud
of memory –
bright beyond the blue
before the sun was smitten
by her tears

. . .