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

. . .

sacred land ~

22 Tuesday Jun 2021

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divine intimacy, home, language, life, love, memory, soul, spirit, trust, words

of moments
you remain –
alone within my country
as one within the pounding
a legion formed
of heart
given one good reason
for words
no one could answer
a language
only I
could understand
of moments
you a prisoner
to the memory of missing
a sacred land
once charted
by your hands
of moments
would another do –
or ever be the same
a reason for belonging
once you loved
once you knew –
a story undivided
a place beyond the fight
language passed
without the fault
of sound

. . .

decided ~

20 Sunday Jun 2021

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all we've known to love, and still, gifts, home, life, lifetimes more, love, naked truth, summer, where we were when

let me be
always –
a choice yet to make
decided one evening
to fall
to lean out the window
and pull down the moon –
to wait out the winter
without one regret
til midnight is shamed
by threats of retreat
til moths
fill light with their wings
when morning is scattered
by every goodbye
and I’m making plans
to escape
wrapped in a blanket
penned to your heart
lavender sheets
hung out to dry
forgive my remembrance
get me to home
returned to your arms
late one July
I’ve forgotten how warm
the afternoon sun –
baked into memory
how long
you remain

. . .

who for love ~

15 Tuesday Jun 2021

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adventure, courage, destined, home, life, love, maps, memory, red roads, travel, trust, truth

burden me
with places –
make of me a map
clear the dishes
write to me
your plans
tell me of your wanting
and who for love
will go
into the dark
beyond the break of green
fold me to your pocket
make of me
a sign
let me be
the only truth
you know

. . .

heaven help ~

11 Friday Jun 2021

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destiny, direction, distance, home, love, nature, paths, remembering, solitude, spirit

of stars
I have forgotten
– hands
that fit the same
a compass once beholding
set in clay
was given up to rust
and stripped of destiny –
rivers swim
beyond our shores
oceans none can see
there are no maps
of circumstance
heaven help me now
I cannot hear
the night birds
lest they call
fading into forests
becoming one I knew –
a path
between forevers –
a night beyond
the blue

. . . ❤

horizons ~

09 Wednesday Jun 2021

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blessings, grace, home, life, love, moments, morning, spirit, time, touch, truth

morning
comes slow
anxious the dawn
as light
pouring touch
from the night
how can I know
what ghosts
linger there –
distant horizons
await my retreat
a place where light
has no memory
of time –
a pause between kisses
as breath before
dawn

. . .

once the night ~

25 Tuesday May 2021

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courage, heaven here, home, life, love, memory, nature, time, wandering

you are river
and I the mountains –
carved a place
of silk and stone
memory
of rain and ocean
miles behind –
forever home

as one way back
and one way forward –
pristine valleys
canyons deep
as once the night
have you forgotten –
we bound a star
this wish to keep

you are forest
and I the meadow
wrapped in summer
tho winter lies
beneath our feet –
it snows a river
oceans melt
to fill the sky

. . .

only us ~

22 Saturday May 2021

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death, global warming, home, loss, love, moral injustice, nature, selfishness, warning signs

dare I imagine
only us
an endless stretch
of blue –
oceans clear
as rivers rise
emptied of their truth
forests cloaked
in silence
as proof of all
we’ve done
ten thousand lifetimes
ended for the one

. . .

I often imagine a future me (another life) beyond the one I touch. I grieve for her – for a beauty she will only know by remembering this life….a breath she will not know to miss.