what you do ~

24 Tuesday Aug 2021

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arms reached around, carry me home, kentucky, lexington, love, permission to breathe, personal, seasons, sunset, time, truth

was a time
not so distant
it still takes my breath
– memory clear
as a Lexington sky
fell from my pocket
to meld with my skin
a moment when wish
reached the light

a fragile surrender
as ages before –
sweet was the day
another
of you
merged into wonder
I remember
your eyes
took hold of my heart
as you did
what you do

with your smile
holding knowledge
of places beyond
where every tomorrow
is witness to this
soul recognition
as a glance turned again
recalled
to the curve
of your lips

with nothing to trade
but lifetimes
to give
save the illusion
forever might be
cradled in arms
I remember them well
as dreams of Kentucky
awakened
in me

. . .

golden ~

29 Sunday Mar 2020

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling, Storytelling, verse

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beginnings, breath, connection, destiny, fearless, forgiveness, grace, kentucky, life, love, moments, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, southern, spirit, strength, touch, truth, understanding, wandering, wonder

as the essence
of remember
floating golden thru the trees –
fingers reach beyond
the midday sun
fumbling with moments
love forgot to say –
sunlight swirls
in feeling just begun

silence wraps
the weary heart –
promise wears us down
with memory of places
yet to be
quiet proves a slow refrain
of stories never told –
verses fall
into the years
between

musings o’er the reasons
and wondering
the pause –
what of life and where
the leaves are blown
swept on dreams repented
by the way we hold the words
bittersweet –
the flight of love
unknown

. . .

near enough for rain ~

15 Thursday Nov 2018

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality

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beginning again, forgiveness, kentucky, knowing, life, love, promise, remember me, sunset, true

swept

Kentucky made a place for me
with nothing but a sigh
opened doors
and arms to wrap around
I can’t explain
I won’t pretend
there’s more to this
than choosing
more to bluer pastures –
sunsets all day long

was ne’er your plan
a way to make –
one day to come along
whistling as evening fell
carrying your song
what of then
my hand in yours –
calling stars by name
some distance from the mountains
yet near enough for rain

Kentucky wears a golden ring –
keeps my secrets well
I close my eyes sometimes
and hear the carousel
spinning top of wishes made
swirling down the night –
while not so far away
I waltz
in place

. . .

near ~

27 Monday Apr 2015

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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assurance, faith, forgiveness, grace, kentucky, living, love, seeing in the dark, trust, value, writing

in the near
that is an empty page
I always find you there
resting as a word
I meant to find
smiles
I can’t help keeping
as darkness pulls around
tis you I seek
between each
fragile line

. . .

proof of home ~

09 Thursday Apr 2015

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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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

. . .

forgive ~

29 Sunday Mar 2015

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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bliss, connection, destiny, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, kentucky, knowledge, love, old maps, passion, reason, truth, understanding

forgive of me
a time before
when leaving broke
my heart
before the spring
when as a blossom
burst
to decorate your garden
with perfume
once was mine
before the chase
of dew into the light

pardon me
this lowly salve
of choices to confuse
emotion
spent
and what for love
was done –
as places of your dreaming
where I am unafraid
of longing meant to soothe
this emptiness

as quiet to
an awkward stance
thought you knew me when
by storms awoke
remembered not
my name
forgive of me
this dreadful verse
kept my soul from staying –
the taking back
of love
I meant to give

. . .

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

. . .

at the heart of remember ~

14 Wednesday Jan 2015

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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becoming, breath, connection, conscious consciousness, destiny, grace, gravel roads, kentucky, knowledge, life, living, love, passion, poetry, spirit, strength, understanding, wandering, wisdom

there’s a name
at the heart
of every remember
a silence
worn clean
to the bone
the truth
is my story
the ways
of my passing
a path through the wood
where evergreen grows
an abundance
of living
for love to aspire
gathered in bunches
and left by the gate
tied with a ribbon
forgotten by summer
was the first day
all over
again

. . .

smoke rings ~

11 Thursday Dec 2014

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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becoming, connection, destiny, faith, fearless, grace, kentucky, knowledge, life, love, old maps, passion, poetry, postmark, restless, resurrection, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, wandering, wisdom, wonder

on long nights
when the moon is cool
to wait
(I have before)
spent of breath
my last
to speak (your name)
smoke rings
bear the silence
of spirits gathered home
(time is lost
awaiting signs)
and coming back
the same

ten thousand lives
for one more death
(in places)
we remain
might comfort cling
as hours
for a moment
(held onto)
a change of course
becoming more
than e’er I was (this way)
pulled awake
by dreaming –
signs (before I knew)

. . .

this way ~

30 Thursday Oct 2014

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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becoming, destiny, dreams, fearless, grace, gravel roads, kentucky, life, love, old maps, passion, reason, relationship, restless, sacred intimacy, spirit, truth, understanding, wandering

woodsmoke
and somewhere
cedar is burning
a waiting reminded
of all I have known
of paths
through the waking
of wilderness wandered
I still feel
the briars
kissing my bones

at the scent
of blackberries
warm woolen socks
a bed turned
to facing
the love of the sun

patches
laid bare
within this returning
stitched into pattern
my favorite
one

I remember the chill
your breath
was just catching
and I was a moment
held you
this way

. . .