no heaven I remember ~

had i reason
to remember –
a map that held my name
roads I never traveled
feel the distance
just the same
when lights are low
and you are there
awaiting
my return

i hear your voice
sometimes –
feel your presence
with the dawn
sometimes i swear
you linger in the shadows
of my lawn
a smile
I’ve ne’er forgotten
my kiss still
on your lips

had i something
left to barter –
weathered poetry
writ down
the memory of somewhere
we remain
we are found
beyond the reach of never
close enough to now
waiting still the way
would bring you
home

. . .

storm of wings ~

04 Wednesday Aug 2021

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comfort, for only this, home, life, love, nature, porch pleasures, seasons, silence, southern, summer

summer rests
in humid slumber –
the soothing drum
of ten thousand bees
lone cicadas roll as shadow
against the heart
a storm of wings
silence sweet
her music rocks me
as evening falls
and lights come out
witness feels the soul
with pleasure –
the proof of love
we dreamed about

. . .

parallel ~

26 Monday Jul 2021

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age, another time, heart, home, in another life, love, memory, parallel lives, presence, spirit, time, truth, what we keep

in another life
the coffee can wait
time is forgotten
as whiskers
memorize my skin
but I’ll not complain
for fear of less
the wait
to drift between
fragile as these worlds
of might have been

in another life
kids are laughing
you are laughing too
a smile invades your eyes
as I concede
hands reach out
across the day –
a distance not so far
a touch
as I’m reminded
not to leave

in another life
years are past
and still you hold my hand
echoes of a lifetime
nearly gone
folded into letters
tucked against
my heart –
souls are faded
nearly into one

in another life
water falls
blue into the light
my feet are bare
the river cold
as cedars rise above
songbirds sit on branches
familiar as their songs –
silence waits
the welcome of your
love

. . .

stain ~

15 Thursday Jul 2021

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connections, defenses, grace, home, life, love, relationships, spirit, strength, truth

for my touch
another pined –
another held my name
tore my fences down
to find the gate
who are you
really
a why I can’t explain –
lifetimes gone
before
a fleeting grace
tho not so much
not so many
babies
brothers
branches
bluebells bursting glory
mercies
gathered whole
remembered me
when I could hardly stand
let them stain
if you remain
let them take me
home

. . .

ruby reds ~

10 Saturday Jul 2021

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all we've known to love, becoming me, breath of life, essence, fragrance, home, nature

before the bloom
became of dreams –
meadows without end
fraught with yellows
denim blue
and bark
before the sun
recalled in death
the sanctity of time –
was tempt to spin
hastened by the dark
who am I
can you forgive
what of me was less
a cotton robe
dirty soles
ruby reds to kiss
before the bloom
was sacrificed
perfume filled the air
pastures bathed in splendor –
with nothing to
compare

. . .

ache ~

07 Wednesday Jul 2021

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destiny, dreams, home, life, love, moon, mystery, night, personal, pull of the moon, sometimes, that thing I do, trade, understanding

from slumber
I am taken –
lest my dreams
return for me
lest my covers ache
the essence
of my sin
when the moon is perched
along the southern eve
let him weep
let him find me distant
find me gone
succumb to all was
missing –
surrendered not to fate
one more day
I dare not spend it now
steal me from
the cool embrace
of sheets just off the line
shatter my
allegiance
to the night

. . .

silent conversations ~

01 Thursday Jul 2021

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abundance, aging, blessings, breath, dementia, family, gifts, home, life, love, memory, moments, wealth

near the end
he wandered –
could scarce remember me
a vanilla shake
then
he’d start to fall
searching for a memory
within a stranger’s face
a picture of a picture
permanence displaced
tho now and then
those liquid eyes
would speak when words were lost
in silent conversations
we’d say it all –
the best of best
a world made right
love –
and there’d we stay
wrapped within the moment
of ten thousand
sweeter days
I’d whisper
as he fell in love
with a voice he knew by heart
arms that reached
to find him –
with every precious
start

. . .

Author’s Note: In the months before my daddy passed, there would be days when I visited – days when he didn’t know me. Yet, he would allow me there, watching my hands as I touched him, my mouth as I spoke…… I’ve often said that every girl should be allowed at least one moment when their father falls in love with them. ❤ And here, we stay.

memory of song ~

29 Tuesday Jun 2021

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grace, home, life, love, music, place, reminders of you, song, story, the song remembers when, truth, words

beyond the reach
of needless words
the place
where longing started
a mandolin
to pull me in
silver blue survivors
a fall from grace
tho still I wait
a moment
from all others
a smile within
the memory
of song

. . .

muscadine and flame ~

24 Thursday Jun 2021

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courage, familiar, home, kiss, life, longing, love, memory, mystery, nature, soul, spirit, truth

were that I
a solemn prayer
a bumble bee or wasp
the smile to break apart
against your sigh
ancient recognition
warmth exceeding warmth
a feeble cry
braced against the night
were that I
the best of times
the truth in all you know
a tattoo of my need
to match your own
every kiss
the taste of me
muscadine and flame
rivers
cold and reckless
remember me
the same