serenades ~

You’d think by now
I’d remember…
what words were said (that day)
How many lives
could we have passed
were lost along the way…
I’ve wandered long,
the same back roads
were there before (but when)…
I’ve walked in fields (I know)
where once we loved
(when love began)…

I’ve watched another sky
we watched (was younger then by far)…
Before the whole world watched,
we knew the moon
(we knew the stars)…
Were moments we would lie
awake…(for just a moment more)…
would cling to every
shadow (we became…)

what promise I could make
(I’ve made before)….

For all I know of seasons passed
there’s others I believe…
I may not have the words,
but there is proof…
(I couldn’t leave)…

I have these hands…
you cried into…ten thousand
nights ago…
A world of songs (and I
would always listen)…
(the only) one to know…
between the melodies…
I yearned to hear the lullabye…
the same as mine…
I have the proof
(of reason)….
(here am I)…

Was evermore
I thought had passed…
…mere words (it seems) have not…

…you’d think by now
I’d remember….(this)
what my soul
has ne’er forgot…

Another moon…
another lifetime (pulled away)…
will then I search for
evidence…
these paths (I recognize)…
a somewhere (soon)
as words became..
the least of love (to prove)
will then I find (as I have now)
the truth…within
your eyes….

Author’s Note: I feel some sense of obligation to note the
inspiration for this piece. I visited with a family member recently
who suffers from Alzheimers. Although there are many whom
should be remembered, at times they are not. Yet, without exception,
and for reasons previously unclear, I am received with
a warm and genuine smile.

I do not believe that it is my physical presence that
causes such a response….rather, I believe it is a recognition
of love. I may live long past my dearest memories, but know
I will (always) recognize love….

holding on was all we knew ~

09 Wednesday Jul 2014

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry

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he said
I’ll do the dishes
she said
I’ll rub your back
when nights are cold
I’ll be the warmth you lack
he said
you’ll be the only girl
for me

though I can’t
give you riches
just all my heart can hold
a promise I been keeping
in my soul

she said
it doesn’t matter
this is something you can’t buy
he said
I’ll always love you
she said
try

she said
I’ll tell you stories
of another me and you
of times
when holding on
was all we knew

he said
I’ll be your blanket
she said
I’ll be your bed
a tender place to lay
your weary head

he said
of lives forgotten
were there others such as this
moments I was waiting for your kiss
at once
yet so familiar
I almost spoke your name
as certain you
before I knew
almost
but not the same

she said
I was your father
another I
the son
how many more
were passed before
another we were one

he said
but for the part of you
knows of me by heart
tell me
where I end
and where you start

she said
it’s not that easy
he said
I’ve got all night
I been waiting in the darkness
for your light

. . .

Author’s Note: I have a friend, and from time
to time, I hear from him. Sometimes it’s to catch me
up on the nuances of his life. But most times, it’s
nothing more than a jumpstart to a tired pen. Almost always,
they start the same…’he said’. There are several
chapters of this in my archives. This one started a week
ago last Sunday. Thank you, Bodee. ❤

. . .

something less ~

03 Tuesday Jul 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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pardon this
the ill affair
of marigold to mayfly
trumpets folded softly
to the burning of the day

stay the night
that I might tell
of others long since missing
praises once we sang
now silently oppressed

touch – o please I beg you
touch me with your waking
spin for me a web
of words I never heard