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to make it right ~

26 Friday Feb 2021

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as long as I
this fate shall keep
beholding tears of treason
folded close an ancient
opal cross
burns me still
when gathered near –
with memory of another
a time when as a child
I saw it there
dirty golden chain
never knew
for whom it mattered
or what of crops were sold
to make it right
would beauty give of passion
one season to suspend
all was come
where only truth remains
so lovely in the evening light
near enough to heaven
he’d pull her in
she’d take him home again
one more grace
for letting go –
one more lace undone
sentimental white
in trade for
opal rose

. . .

when roses bloom in winter ~

18 Thursday Feb 2021

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what of time
was ever ours
eternity to claim
when roses bloom in winter –
will one recall
our name

tis there we live
immortal beat –
for years beyond our years
a photograph
of a photograph –
as love we reappear

as blessings
where we left them be
a smile remembers when –
love was all we knew of life
– is there we touch
again

until the night
is drawn
across the memory of us
would that another
speak aloud –
a name
the same as love

. . .

Lillian Rebecca Smith George
grace in a cotton dress
1923 – 2021

places I was loved ~

24 Friday Jul 2020

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is a part of me
forsaken
when my name
no longer sounds –
when photographs
are scattered
to the wind

when dates
are worn to nothing –
but a mark upon the stone
when the burden
of remembrance –
fails to mend

will there be the one
who wonders still
to places I was loved –
to find my words
a whisper saved

will there I love
again

. . .

rush ~

10 Wednesday Jun 2020

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beyond the rivers edge

too soon
the rush –
of stars to flight
of lullabies
rehearsed –
warming how our hearts
were broken through

beyond the bend
a river flows –
in rifts of joy
and sorrow
lines are stretched
to frame an endless blue

there you are
awaiting –
with wishes for us here
where love remains
with every thought of you

. . .

for daddy
four years and counting
the days between

 

light between the stars ~

26 Tuesday May 2020

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eternal embrace

she lingered
as a presence –
a prayer
before the dawn
as the music
of her sighs
became his song

he lingered
with each twilight –
without fault
she dared repeat
– as a kiss
became a memory
just as sweet

twas never less
for letting –
love remains
as proof we are
where she lingers
still he lingers
as a light
between the stars

. . .

something more ~

20 Monday Apr 2020

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Justthissideof sleep

I know the psalms
each word by heart
written somewhere
tho I’ve forgotten why
love resounds
eternally
the best of me
without a note to play
I dare not sing
unburdened bliss –
I give away
the truth
becoming more
than ever someone else
someone still
could say
how it is you made of me
something more than words
something more
within each sweet
refrain

. . .

wherever lovers are ~

07 Tuesday Apr 2020

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holythis

when all my days
are nothing –
but a soothing breeze recalled
when memory has left
the only ones
remained of all

I loved
I loved completely –
with life
til I was sore
who will tell the story best
of all the days
before

who will know
to worry –
for purpose yet undone
as those endeared
beside me lay –
and those resolved
to stone

will e’er my shadow
linger
in places not so far –
or will my name
become a prayer
wherever lovers are

. . .

of morning ~

12 Wednesday Feb 2020

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beyond

who will tell
of morning mists
when I have wandered on
beyond the tempt
of story
into another dawn

who will write
and who will speak
for those denied a voice
who will know
of ways they keep –
by destiny
or choice

what song
the dove
remembers well –
for another one she flies
by touch
a stand of cedars –
holds each star
against the sky

what history
the river lays
along a path of pines
who will bear
their stories home
when light
has tempered mine

. . .

leaning in ~

03 Sunday Nov 2013

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staying

of ways
I have not many
but to be
as I was meant
– some solace
to the fallen
I repent

the blessing
come of letting
– the bliss
of leaning in
to places unforgotten
I ascend

to wonder
where
and what might be
– for this
will I return
as colors into maple
rivers burn

remember me
to shadows –
sweetest breath
within the cold
of breaking –
there the beauty
– taking hold

as nothing more
for only this –
such truth
as love revealed
a sigh
within the silence
holds me still

. . .

Author’s Note: Inspired by All Saints Sunday.  What remembrance
shall hold you yet?  ♥