sorrows not yet felled by light ~

06 Friday May 2022

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and still I would, as easy as breathing, home, life, love, trust

til there is nothing
I will tarry –
beneath these roads
where silence sleeps
within the dust
where night is gathered
denied the fire
we burned
between

til comes again
I shall find you
near as my next breath
to this
I will sit
within this pining
assured of love’s
immortal kiss

resolved
of rules
time decided
of sorrows not yet
felled by light
truth shall come
without permission
with faith to seek
a new
sunrise

. . .

for you ~

01 Sunday May 2022

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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destiny, fate, for you, found, home, lost, love, time, trust, truth

was it intended
I find you
to forget everything
of loves I had thought would
be love
to forget how my dreams
were supposed to be safe –
not lost to the moment
your arms
wrapped around
I don’t know
I don’t care
why it is –
it is all
that I feel
from my oceans
my rivers
my tears
a moment I fall
without care for the end
forever returning
to the place
we begin

. . .

hangover ~

25 Monday Apr 2022

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

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forgiveness, graces we've forgotten, home, life, love, poet, truth, words

i write
and i worry
for pages on end
suffice to decide what words
might erase
i write when there’s nothing
i need to let go
but the jab of my pencil
parchment and coal
i write my forgiveness
before it is asked
and where you are now
unasking
i write and i whittle
nights to defend
so sure my thoughts would arrive
somewhere else
if left for a moment
hung o’er my page
awaiting a memory to come
i write in the places
i thought i would end
and pull up the margins
behind

i write

. . .

without a way ~

15 Friday Apr 2022

Posted by tornadoday in spirituality, verse

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all we've known to love, breath of life, find me, heaven memorized, home, truth

were there years
you thought to find me –
without a way
to know
I waited you
beyond the winter wheat
beyond the wish
became a star –
light beyond the barn
a summer sun
where evermore
was me

. . .

wayward constellations ~

05 Tuesday Apr 2022

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality, verse

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graces, home, light, love, promise, remembered us home, stars, truth

had you asked
I might have told –
might have willed my lips
to speak
to whisper of a future
not so far along were we
promise met
with something more –
a universe to save
pressed you to my heart
til I unwillingly
forgave
wayward
constellations
taking comfort with the stars
carved our names
as ancient flames
entrusted
to the dark

. . .

oceans you can’t see ~

29 Tuesday Mar 2022

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Uncategorized

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heaven and earth, home, life, love, nature, remembrance

i’ve spent nights
ten thousand more –
in shadows of the moon
suspended just below
the milky way
awaiting you a wish
cast your line
to me –
sail beyond
to oceans you can’t see
where came the news
you’d understand
and want me here the same
as the night
we found each other
in the stars

. . .

becoming mine ~

26 Saturday Mar 2022

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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becoming, belonging to none, destiny, grace, home, life, love, mystery, surrender, together

how much of you
a part of me –
sands atop
the floor
as blossoms
where the trees have
burned away
how much of verse
is nothing more
than once
you were
and I
was counted back
in syllables
emptied to a page
folded to
a memory
the lineage of truth
someone said
tho I’ll be damned
if I remember why
the road
was less
the day you left
the sun no longer shines
to fill between
the whispers
rusted oak and flesh
how much I have
surrendered
was your breath
becoming mine

. . .

hallelujah ~

24 Thursday Mar 2022

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality

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again, home, life, love, memory, sometimes, spirit, trust

have your hands
remembered mine –
late nights
in the kitchen
or praying to our shadows
tangled on the bed
do your lips
recall a promise
the taste of heaven here
sweet the hallelujah
come to me

does your heart
revert
to beating
as another knew you well
a touch denied
when I was come
a fortune
yet to hold

forever still
the place we love
remains beneath
the cedars
softened by the memory
– as once
we are
again

. . .

weeds grown up ~

19 Saturday Mar 2022

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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compassion, connection, desire, empath, home, life, love, nature, passion

when the wolf
is come
for answers
growling at my door
returned to find
his favored bowl is clean
i shall whisper
to his madness
make sense of every need
i shall sing
into the sorrow
of his want
when come for me

i remember well
the way it felt
returning back to home
to find the weeds
grown up
the cupboards bare
i remember tears
can taste them now
how sweet their recompense
for losses
far too many
to repair

. . .