part of all we knew ~

16 Thursday May 2013

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beyond the mossy comfort
of tear-stained I love yous
leaving settles
cold against the night
hands to fold in reverance
for moments come before
hearts are made to ache
the soul’s delight

how it is
the whole becomes
a part of all we knew –
stripped to bare
our reason for remorse
angels watch while lonely mourns
whispers born of bliss
sorrow keeps a plate
of fortunes sworn

the ways to know
of all we lose –
much the more we keep
as dreams resolve a heaven
we know best
sleeps beside the willows
rattles now the winds –
love returns to soothe
our restlessness

falling forward
somewhere else –
leaned into the fold
as there the names remember
us again
lonely needs no lesson
of where we passed the time
or voices ringing silent
o’er the bed

times we let ~

08 Wednesday May 2013

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longing sleeps
in soft percale –
with tiny yellow flowers
a shade of thin
are threads already known

as paths
beyond this lowly state –
counted more by grace
life come round
to living us again

as sewn beneath a ruffle
of gentle disregard
for times
we let –
and times we couldn’t go

held before the daylight
wrapped in yesterdays
– quilted patch
of love me more
goodbyes

screen door
opened wide enough
to let all reason fly
the universe we
gathered –
in sheets
of soft percale

. . .

a you I don’t know ~

05 Sunday May 2013

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as far
from my memory –
a you I don’t know
is willed into life
by the lure of a flame
wrapped in illusion
of a touch long ago –
moments
no longer the same

as a partial
remembrance –
of lives passed away
love we were hoping to keep
one more day –
folded as pages
to yesterday’s dream
margins
surely to fade

saving for none
the promise of more
than a once
curs’ed vapor –
left burning before
in the recess of always
where names
have been lost –

a time
before taking
of breath
we forgot

. . .

weaved to the soul ~

02 Thursday May 2013

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would birth
be absolved
by the passing between
or dying held fault
for the slipping away
moments becoming –
as stars to the dark
where hearts
held in secret
are gathered to grace

lingered in loving –
with purpose of life
as ashes to twilight
forgotten to fall
thru ribbons of scarlet
purple and maize
– and held as a passion
forgiving of all

a breathless confession
of moments too few
when promised forever
with all we hold dear
weaved to the soul
by pieces of light –
and waited as every goodbye
disappeared

awash in a river
unnoticed by time –
and swept by a memory
of night into day
no matter the measure
to lives lived between
or how far the first time
I held you
this way

. . .

signs we couldn’t see ~

30 Tuesday Apr 2013

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were messages
we never heard –
signs we couldn’t see
distracted by forever –
was a place
of mystery

a slight of imperfection
of darkness more
than night
moments more than
lifetimes there –
as shifted
us to light

words were lost
when others found –
our half
another made
symphonies of sorrow
– a music
no one played

kept apart
by living –
swore
some other way to find
eternity we wasted
– come together
in the mind

ages passed
and symbols gone
– life just passing
through
dawn was but a
place we loved –
signs before we knew

, , ,

tender ~

12 Friday Apr 2013

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by my way

in the brittle brown
awareness
color of my eyes –
carved within the canyon
of discord
swelled against my longing
a distant sweet
resound –
of times before
where leaving I
remained

swirled in cloths
of mystery –
fell to fields of clover
spent the night
in rivers
of the stars

who am I
to ponder this –
who I am
to lessen –
the treasures come
as life revealed
almost over now

bathed in pools
of lunar spring –
as jealous
nights made watch
polished slick the stones
that wore my path

familiar as the longing
was coming round
to be –
as one
will be remembered
for the coming back
to me

tender now
the almost touch
of hands restored to heart
fluttering beneath
a sacred wing

. . .

caught between ~

30 Saturday Mar 2013

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it’s not so hard
the letting go –
for all you find
instead
kingdoms caught between
the lowly vines

briar cuts
but for a while
and then the healing comes
love remains
e’en when
the hurt is gone

take to heart
the broken ones
take to soul
their needing –
grieve for those who lost
before they found

a life removed
a path declared
shall lead us each the same
into some other light
– another way
to home

. . .

let me ~

26 Tuesday Mar 2013

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it seems of time
I have no say
of where and when
the leaving
of souls held dear
I wish I’d held
a moment more
to grieve

these gifts of life –
of laughter merged
to make of me
a locket –
of grapes
the same as winter wheat
frosted by the wind

where am I
and how to say
of all the things worth keeping
love survives
the harshest storms –
blossoms yet
as seed

down the years
as one made more –
by touch with me
to tarry –
let me love
or let me sleep
beyond this futile dream

carry me
e’er splinters press
a crush of silver locust –
born to curse
the coming back
– the stinging of the blade

. . .

whiskey magnolias ~

06 Wednesday Feb 2013

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whiskey magnolias
and red rivers rising
carry me home
by way
of the south
eastward and skyward
take me Kentucky
where sunsets are gathered
to ferry me now

blackberry bruises
and two kinds of loving
made for me
saved for me
all I have known
fruit trees have taken
the worst of the winters
and words cling to pages
of story outgrown

passionate placement
of names before curses
sweet tea
and all day to dream –
light from the window
spills now the morning –
as love fills the places
we passed
in between

keep to your slumber
and I will be there –
tangled to threads
where reason fell through
dogwood and darling
nobody knows –
of roads I’m becoming
(winding my) way
back to you