another new beginning ~

13 Monday Apr 2015

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beauty, becoming, beginning, bliss, connection, conscious consciousness, gravel roads, home, life, love, poetry, storytelling, touch, wandering

from another
new beginning us
remembered now
as one
were never more
but come as may
another we
begun
from stories
might some other tell
of nights
we dared not sleep
of mornings sweet
to lie awake
warmed by all
we keep

. . .

proof of home ~

09 Thursday Apr 2015

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acceptance, connection, conscious consciousness, destiny, get me back, home, kentucky, seeing in the dark, sometimes, stars, truth, wandering

for every same
another was
unlike of all I’ve known
kept with me
a map of ancient roads
made of places
some have seen
few would recognize
whispered soft
the name of every star
spinning time
as ringlets
round your finger –
let me fall
into the place
where once you were
and I the proof
of home

. . .

The Messenger ~

25 Wednesday Mar 2015

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connection, family, grace, gravel roads, home, knowledge, life, love, memory, old maps, poetry, spirit, stories

We are more than the sum of our choices. We are perhaps the sum of every story we’ve been a part of, every chance encounter, every star crossed meant to be.

The story of us is so much more than the story of just us.

cast of shadows ~

23 Monday Mar 2015

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becoming, connection, destiny, faith, grace, home, knowledge, life, love, old maps, passion, poetry, postmark, reason, spirit, truth, understanding, wisdom

as I
the road
remembered back
beneath the velvet pines
where once were we
to fit as one
so dear
to touch again
with will the same
as knew
I held your name
beyond the
cast of shadows
a verse
against
my heart

. . .

loves me ~

02 Monday Mar 2015

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becoming, bliss, connection, conscious consciousness, destiny, fearless, grace, home, knowledge, life, living, love, old maps, passion, poetry, sometimes, spirit, truth, understanding, wandering

echoes
of once a voice
I cherished –
proof that he was
more than words
to a page
ink
where my wishes
dried into others
nights where I fit
a pillow to lay
dreams
of beginning –
a poem relearned –
softly to falling
as whisper
to light

. . .

this way ~

18 Wednesday Feb 2015

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bliss, home, love, memory, old maps, passion, poetry, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, wisdom

within the first
of breath was word
love became the essence light
where once you held me
(hold me still)
hands and hearts
entwined
as lotus leaves
and all I see –
are wings where we
the wind stood still
holding me
(I hold you now)
within the touch
was once my will

. . .

curved against the clay ~

29 Thursday Jan 2015

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry

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bliss, connection, destiny, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, home, kentucky, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, postmark, reason, restless, southern, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, wandering

for a while
before I knew you well
were ways I walked alone
lonely nights
curved against the clay
lullabies
to only self
of sometimes stories knew
of places I was going
everywhere and
faraway

beyond
the reach
of one more rise –
one more bitter chill
a sacrifice remembered
in my bones
an aged need
to fill my gut
crooked boards and wine
a place beyond
these places
I am known

where once I stood
on tender soles
and watched the dream released
above the lake
in whispers soft and clear
a breath
I scarce remember how
a moment all the same –
turning back the night
to find you
here

. . .

envy not dreams ~

23 Friday Jan 2015

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bliss, breath, connection, destiny, faith, grace, home, love, memory, nature, old maps, passion, poetry, strength, understanding, wandering, wisdom, wonder

winds
are the same
as once held my secrets
returning as breath –
a season
of trust

stars watch
the path
was made of my wishes
centipede
honeybee
briar
and dust

words
taste the same
as e’er they were
spoken
made sweeter for lives
the silence between

souls bear
the proof
of paradise traveled
a way without squander
would envy not
dreams

. . .

east of orion ~

15 Thursday Jan 2015

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becoming, cherokee, connection, faith, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, home, knowing what we know, love, old maps, passion, sacred intimacy, spirit, strength, truth, wandering

half past
the time
I thought you were leaving
I saw you
out there
on the night
spinning a fable
from yesterday wishes
held to a shadow
cursed by the light

wraps me in worry
for how
will I find you
watching from somewhere
beyond
east of orion
back o’er my shoulder
– just when
I thought
you had gone

. . .