crush of winters ~

21 Monday Feb 2022

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comfort, grace, heat, home, life, love, passions, seasons, time, truth, winter

e’er i decide
some solace to take
in a memory
ten thousand lives old
in the crush
of winters
pressed to my heat
a fire burning
still
where my heart
used to be

. . .

taking back of heaven ~

20 Sunday Feb 2022

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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birth, destiny, emily, home, life, love, seasons, time, twilight

were for this
my final grace –
I held my breath
and waited
the passing down
of consequence –
falling on my knees
wanting for another place
silently to fill
lungs no longer thirsty
for the light

every best
intention
as yet tho not enough –
to starve the flame
where destiny is moored
for this
a prayer is given
without worry
for the cost –
the taking back of heaven
– dreams
I’m fondest of

a hero when the story
fell apart –
come for this
a morning more
to rise

. . .

beneath a sky of ancients ~

19 Saturday Feb 2022

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality, verse

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closer now to heaven than the stars, courage, destiny, fate, home, love, memory, stars

come to me
to the fringe of dusk
when all I’ve known
is the way
to you –
where ne’er regret
is welcomed –
the velvet of his brow
his penchant
to distract
from all that matters
now

come to me
lay with me –
beneath a sky of ancients
lovers undecided
every one
breathe in me your story
grant my heart
the map –
faded lines
let these fingers bleed

come to me
a memory
come to me afraid
as proof of my good fortune
you might be
near as dawn approaches
with but a sigh
between
the shadow where you waited
come to me

. . .

another mile ~

02 Wednesday Feb 2022

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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assurance, death, friendship, grief, home, jerry morris, life, love, memory, truth

how do i get home
to the place
where we began
the lines are down
and i can’t see
the stars

was yesterday
we journeyed
not so far
along this path
e’en now the blooms
are breaking
for memories we traded

another mile
maybe three or four
til i am in your arms
i swear the moon
has come
to light my way

. . .

jerry morris [1957-2002] some loves will not be strained by eternity

threats to tenderness ~

08 Saturday Jan 2022

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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confession, home, judgement, life, love, measure of our days, perception, sin, story, truth

confession is
a gentle ghost –
warmed against my lips
a name
no longer tasted
but for nurture
of a lie
what worries
have I witnessed
what threats to tenderness
angry words
a sinner cast aside
I cannot breathe
I will not leave
the best of me
behind
chastened for the want
of paradise

. . .

sideways glance ~

05 Wednesday Jan 2022

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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barter, blessing, comfort, grace, home, love, morning where I am found, sometimes, story

secreted away
as the eldest daughter
of a favored son
a will that gave
away the farm
was never mine to give
how much of these
were pardon
for the ways I am
with you
how much I gave
without a thought
of all there was
to lose
morning sits
beyond the frost
as sure is warmth
to come
carried by
the wondering of
who was I before
a sideways glance
to alter fate
a cloud to hide
the moon
more than this
as heaven here –
evidence
of truth

. . .

some faraway ~

04 Tuesday Jan 2022

Posted by tornadoday in spirituality, verse

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absolutes, as was meant, closer to heaven than the stars, grace, home, love, nature, seasons, time

save for me
some faraway
not yet given name
a spark beyond
the cedars
a wolf’s lone cry
pages where
there never were
hands recalling hands
leaves are falling
I believe
our place
is not so
far

. . .

crushed beneath the snow ~

03 Monday Jan 2022

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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home, light, love, nature, reminders, snow, sometimes, still, winter

a chill runs deep
as does my love
who
will understand
for every path
another was to claim

years of waiting
worried sick
the sky was soon
to fall
reason come –
carried by
the light

there are rivers
crushed
beneath the snow
tears
I thought were dried
– no way to prove
the way to home
was you

. . .

my song ~

01 Saturday Jan 2022

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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a hand to hold, a name upon my lips, always we begin, belonging to none, home, life, love the only truth, story

for moments
unaccounted –
a lifeline strung along
love awaited
past pretension
not to worry
at your wrongs –
your ways
a plea becoming
words I wait
the night to hear
touch I crave
this one and
only –
you were come
and love was here
in the cool
beneath my pillow
shadows
folded into dawn
moments
time became
illusion
when your touch
became
my song