o daddy ~

09 Sunday Sep 2012

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was the first
of many princesses –
given faith to wander
and drew the map
would keep me
to his hands

mirrored
by the light beyond –
peace beyond the passing
language of another life
here to understand

of choices mine
the birth to be –
within the chosen hour
and held the two together –
as destiny entwined

this mystery
becoming –
none could tell
and few could see
even those who know me well
are missing me

fearless heart
awakened
by rain upon the roof –
and signs beyond the edge
where night was set

hands to hold
within the still –
mere moments fall away
in giving back
of all I’ve loved
today

unremembering ~

07 Friday Sep 2012

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blessings, death, destiny, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, living, love, memory, passion, reason, relationship, spirit, strength, truth, wisdom, wonder

I wish I had held
to moments more dearly ~
to songs that were played
on the breath of a sigh.
I wish I had watched
as wonder unraveled
and slept when it ended ~
a thought passing by.

I wish I had prayed
and waited my blessings ~
as sure in their coming
my delight when they came.
I wish I had dreamt
long past your leaving ~
and woke to a morning
where love still remained.

I wish I had spoke
when the words
were still tender ~
their silence remembered
to places I go.
I wish I had listened ~
did you speak of forever
in rhyme before reason ~
and wanting to know.

I wish I had gone
when the going was easy ~
the lessons to linger
not much to confess.
A road that was fated ~
the way back
forgotten.
My chance for redemption
not bartered for less.

I wish I had known
the real of what mattered ~
were moments pretending
or just passing through.
I wish I had held
a little while longer ~
e’er time steal the memory
of wishing for you.

I wish you knew ~

06 Thursday Sep 2012

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becoming, bliss, connection, death, destiny, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, passion, reincarnation, restless, soul signature, truth, wandering, wisdom, woman

was a morning stilled
by dew to frost
steam rolled off a winter lawn
was there before
the sun woke up
I lay beneath the stars
at dawn

I listened hard
would comfort come
eyes closed tight,
my arms spread wide…
would I be blessed
to hold you still —
I spoke your name
and wept inside

I wish you knew
of thoughts unshared —
of love unspoke
my sore regret
for moments passed
alone and far,
I wonder —

will you find me
yet

a startled bird
a swirling leaf
a gentle sigh — as breath to skin

I sense you here
as warmth — the sun
is woke from sleep
to burn again

Author’s Note: For Brenda who watches every beetle
for signs of Ray, and for Ray who watches
Brenda. Until then…….it is so.

colors ~

05 Wednesday Sep 2012

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connection, fearless, grace, knowledge, life, love, nature, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, restless, spirit, truth, wandering, wisdom

as soft the wind
the grasses lure
and golden flows the river
swayed against the backs
of skyward glance

such it is
the calm retreat
of thought before emotion
as voice remembered
after words
have gone

in the silence
do you listen
e’er your name be spoken here
or prayed the night
in private –
echoes falling
just as clear

as leaves
restore a blanket
spun to ribbons
for my hair –
will breezes blow
our truth to know
in pieces
everywhere

he couldn’t say ~

05 Wednesday Sep 2012

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he swore
the buffalo were bigger
(tho how he knew – he couldn’t say)
sheets of storm
to claim the valley

nights
(they took his breath away)

was made a bed
of fur and needles
bear and bull
another claim
fathers lost (and fathers keeping)
watchful stars above the plain
spoke of times
the air much sweeter
mountains emptied blue and clear
sunlight fell to love
around them
whispers (only they could hear)

told of darkness
pressed to shadows
swirled in branches (cedar smoke)
someone came
the world to promise
with practiced pen
were lives rewrote
of far away (the leaving lonely)
left behind was paradise
ceilings kept a view
of heaven
longing pooled in sacred light

blessed place
of blood and honor
none could prosper
from disgrace

nights he wanders still (as thunder)
rolling herds of wind
and rain

twisted locks ~

02 Sunday Sep 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

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cherokee, connection, death, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, kentucky, knowledge, life, nature, old maps, restless, soul signature, spirit, strength, truth, wandering, wisdom, writing

would dying change
the colors –
of daybreak on the pond
or move the waters
backward to the fall
would life go on
despite the urge
to end it all this way
as dew surrendered slow
into the sun

would leaving
be the answer
to questions I have asked
or roads be worn
apart beneath my feet
beyond the briar
nursed by time –
scratched into my skin
the memory of running
yesterday

would skies be sworn
to brilliance
before the darkness fell
or urge the daylight
burn beneath her flame –
forgotten now
the scent of rain
out beyond forever
tis where I wait
the night
without regret

would life be more
than I could bear –
or prayer my secrets fold
when given back
these souvenirs of love
twisted locks
of mystery –
braided by the dark
warm against the map
that is your hands

would ever I be
as one alone –
without these words to comfort
an empty page
and nothing more to write
breathe again
into the place
stories are remembered
walk the path
beneath my skies –
forsaken not
to roam

reminded of another ~

02 Sunday Sep 2012

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bliss, cedars, cherokee, connection, destiny, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, life, longing, love, nature, passion, relationship, restless, southern, spirit, truth, wandering, wilderness, woman

for a moment
of unspoken faith –
alone among the cedars
and dared my pen confess
of all I see

of light to split
the eager black –
a call to life somewhere
echoes ring of aches
upon the breeze

shadows shift
where spirits roam –
between the bear and afid
surely here –
the honey smells
of wine

where was I
when yesterday –
the need to find my keeping
when took to heart
a path beyond the pines

sweetly as a morning tear
I’m reminded of another
when once I stood
and all the world
was still

pages bent from aged bark
syllables grow silent
cast to words no longer spoke –
longing shall reveal

mists along an eastern ridge
where songs are being practiced –
nightbirds flee protection
by the sun

there as I was started
by these truths I knew before
turns with me to home
before the day
begun

tell ~

19 Sunday Aug 2012

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becoming, breath, cherokee, connection, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, grace, knowledge, life, love, nature, old maps, reason, restless, soul signature, spirit, spirituality, truth, understanding, wandering, wisdom

of the stories I could tell
would you believe them every one
or worry for my senses –
direction in the dark

of things I’ve known
would love be lost –
to places I remember
as shadows worn by wings
an early moon

silence bids
a kingdom come
of ancient oak and cypress –
whistling of rivers
tipping softly out the sea

as fiddles played
of crickets cradled
safe against the morning
born to love
each new refrain –
will dance away with me

as more than one
to sorrows sworn
broken souls forsaken –
as roses blooming
neath the steps
were essence to ascend

til quiet now
these ages pass
moments of forever
was no one left to wonder
who would keep
the lantern lit

lullabies
without a sound
stream when nights grow longer
would e’er these truths
be written down –
beyond this veil of sight

have you love
for knowing –
worlds fulfilled by grace –
mysteries unfolding
sometimes I barely sleep

waters rise
above the bank
glories mate with starling –
destinies revealing us
as light to autumn skies

beyond the reasons
I could tell –
another prophet listens
as each divine remembrance
awakes anew within

wanderer ~

13 Monday Aug 2012

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becoming, connection, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, old maps, poetry, restless, soul signature, spirit, truth, wandering

before the day was come
and love remembered us as one –
where gardens grew
impatient toward the light
wherein a single word was heard
as hands were joined with hearts
as echoes rolled
from first and then
the other –

as years begotten years
flowers rushed to blossom –
petals of the wanderer
poems of a saint
lullabies were written o’er
and evermore forgot –
touch the only thing
the same as then

breathe into the universe
the psalm of letting go –
whisper love
as once you did
– I never let you know
the way into the open
was the journey we become
who am I – you wonder
even now

reflection of
the best of you
enough is more than right
– dusty roads
and beds beneath the black
stars return each one
by name
for who you were just then
when walking back
beside the garden wall

wayward ~

11 Saturday Aug 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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becoming, bliss, cherokee, connection, destiny, dreams, fearless, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, reason, soul signature, spirit, strength, truth, wandering, wisdom

parable of destinies
awaits a new foretelling
as one to know
so few will understand –
the past can never be returned
but never is it ended
in places
we remain –
the arrow flies

as every wing
is sworn to soar
a path across the window –
seas forever parted
by a wayward
butterfly

beyond the proof
of heaven –
fathers keep an ancient vow
lives within the reach
of dreams –
awake to us
somehow

truth endears
the willing soul –
and stills these fits of slumber
tears are turned to smiles
(within our hope)

silence spans
the narrow bridge
moments fall around us
long the night
to keep us satisfied

in seeking truth –
we honor love
in these –
these mortal visions
parable of coming home
across the evening tide