of lives
I keep no memory
but the seed
that once was love
and the need
to know
what touched me so
I’d fall
again
again
. . .
again ~
20 Sunday Sep 2015
Posted in Poetry
Tag Archives: knowledge
the same you loved ~
09 Saturday May 2015
Posted in Poetry
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becoming, cherokee, connection, conscious consciousness, destiny, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, living, love, old maps, passion, reason, spirit, truth, understanding, value, wandering
what winters
have you worn away
with rosary and cotton
beneath the fold
where all your secrets lay
of heaven come
one night to find you
standing by my gate
caught between the first to leave
and coming back
to stay
with stories
of your wanderings
beyond the reach of light
with questions of your knowing
where to go
moonlight casts a shadow
on every present tense
would show the way
you knew
to find me home
wrapped in yellow flowers
once the same you loved –
grew along the pasture
a moment
passing through –
remember how
the cedars ached
to block the view of morning
of praying eyes
before the skies
were blue
how many times
have I heard tell
of blossoms in December
beyond the reach
of reason
asleep beneath the snow
flickers bloom
a sweet perfume
of mystery and madness
secrets of all colors
awaiting you
to know
. . .
no harm ~
02 Thursday Apr 2015
Posted in Poetry, Storytelling
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connection, destiny, grace, knowledge, life, love, nature, passion, reason, spirit, understanding, value
I left my car behind in the parking lot, strolling in the mid-morning wonder that is April in Tennessee. The flowers are stretching and all around, blossoms adorn the trees where just a month ago, ice formed and birds fought for glistening red berries.
I juggled a cup of a coffee, my purse, and a book bag. But then I saw it – an almost perfect nest balanced upon a limb at the edge of the lot. I smiled and took two more steps before I stopped, put all my stuff on the ground, and dug my phone from the side pocket. I stepped a little closer and noticed there was a silent vigil on the nest, a sweet bird but an arm’s length away.
I took a couple of pictures, and another step. As I did, the bird moved a bit closer to the nest, as if to say, “be careful there, you crazy woman; these be the babies of wing’ed dreams”…..
It is indeed a sweet sweet life we are privileged to share. ❤
listen ~
29 Sunday Mar 2015
Posted in Rambling
Tags
becoming, conscious consciousness, death, faith, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, grief, healing, knowledge, life, memory, old maps, passion, poetry, restless, sorrow, star crossed, strength, truth, understanding, wandering
on this sweltering dawn
I stand barefoot on a narrow step
looking out through eyes
blurred by emotion
seeking an unknown part of my past
a place I must have known
would find me here
with no one yet to answer
but for me
the purple buds are tempted
another week to stay
sorrow comes easily
as in the counting still –
of friends he seems
more willing than the rest
to listen as my heart concedes
I knew not when to break
or what of verses now
would yesterday
forsake
silent
raindrops
will comfort me now
a hundred times – of listening
volumes unconfessed
across a missing
separated –
mourning
words of love
how long this day
in coming
was there time before this loss
I can finally begin to recite
in an almost whisper
ten thousand volumes
of verse I never shared
and let my heart beat steadily
the celestial rhythms
of mourning
and show you the depths –
sentiment
hidden for the lifetime
that has separated us
. . .
forgive ~
29 Sunday Mar 2015
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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
. . .
memory of none ~
29 Sunday Mar 2015
Posted in Poetry
Tags
conscious consciousness, destiny, faith, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, passion, reason, spirit, truth, understanding, wisdom
reasons
and seasons
worthless regard
for the way
the rain sang
of the desert sometimes
telling anew
with words
scarcely heard
spent in beginning
a search
for the last
place we were almost
torn from the story
redeemed
by the memory
of none
. . .
recalled to me ~
26 Thursday Mar 2015
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Tags
becoming, bliss, breath, connection, conscious consciousness, destiny, fearless, forgiveness, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, memory, old maps, poetry, reason, seeing in the dark, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, wandering, wisdom, woman
the wind
yet remembers
the weight of my willing
another I was
but a girl – only ten
crickets and
tadpoles
blackberry winters
barefoot as
lifetimes
recalled to me then
spirits
carry me
home by the river
out past the waiting
once promised
for us
a truth
undecided
as roads without name
an echo of someone
I used to be –
loved
. . .
The Messenger ~
25 Wednesday Mar 2015
Posted in Poetry, Storytelling
trusted ~
24 Tuesday Mar 2015
Posted in Poetry
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bliss, connection, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, gravel roads, knowledge, life, living, love, memory, old maps, passion, poetry, restless, sometimes, spirit, strength, understanding, woman, wonder
sometimes
I awake
in the still sweat
of night
– called from my sleep
by your voice
as love softly spoken
echoes somehow
to fill every shadow
– the long miles
between
as memory wills
truth unto silence
an ache
sworn to listen
lest slumber return
as darkness
to squander
the courage of morning –
a soul never trusted
to dream
. . .
cast of shadows ~
23 Monday Mar 2015
Posted in Poetry
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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
. . .
tornadoday 
