all I knew of heaven ~

16 Friday Aug 2013

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for purpose
was I waiting –
flush against the sky
loved as one
another dream
of lifetimes passing by
washing down and over me –
caused my heart
to weep
an angel come
and all I knew of heaven
was his name
gathered me
to moments
without shame
the start of just beginning –
ageless as my soul
feathers floating
sorrows
down below

. . .

perfect any day ~

15 Thursday Aug 2013

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how many more
this one before –
this perfect any day
was offered me
the sun
became the night
returned the rain –
an ancient wind
to blow my body home
became to me a blessing
without name

of wonders come
within this one – a tear
a three leaf clover
a puddle not much deeper
than a grave
bury me
facing up
that I might see forever
that I might hear
this whisper
one more winter
to remain

. . .

there was song ~

15 Thursday Aug 2013

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was the first
and no one knew us
by names we’d worn
before
battlegrounds
were crusted with our sins
there was smoke
before the leaving –
saw you dance
upon the dawn
tender fell my silent
tears again

there was song
I thought I knew it –
drifted o’er the pines
and faded into prayers
of thankfulness
echoes of remember
settle round me now –
as quiet wills
my lonely heart
to rest

. . .

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sheets out in the rain ~

15 Thursday Aug 2013

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, folklore, Poetry, Storytelling

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mother calls
on sunday
while daddy listens in
catching up –
it seems we’ve done it all
someone had a baby
someone said hello –
fifty years of loving
to recall

strung the line
for forty feet –
sheets out in the rain
a cigar box
of memories to share
everything
(the best of me)
sits in spools of rhyme
the night is lost
when I don’t
find you there

there’s a piece of thread
nearly gone –
and jeans I shouldn’t wear
just beyond the reach
of mystery
beyond the hold
of all I love –
another morning news
the moon is wanting in –
let him be

. . .

perfume ~

14 Wednesday Aug 2013

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strange the way
forever feels
as morning warns us home –
before the night
(is wrestled) from the bed
blooms are falling
(lazy)
reminders just the same
are fit inside a suitcase
(something someone said)

presence found
in golden pools –
perfume (once you loved)
is mine to keep –
these souvenirs (of time)
brush against my longing
when passed me
in the dark
were e’er there proof
(I knew) of one
divine

stories spilled
in silence –
as messages of light
reveal the ways
as years (we fall) between
whispers
(o I love you)
remain with me
tonight –
swept beyond my sleeping
(where you) dream

. . .

almost never was ~

14 Wednesday Aug 2013

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for every now
another passed
as rain into the wind
as whispers
no one noticed how they rang
forgotten now
the essence –
of almost never was
how close we were
before the morning came

for every sorrow
suffered –
the joy of once to touch
as breath to grieve
the keeping of her days
names and places
read aloud
how clear the songs we are –
moments worn
by memory
into grace

. . .

tracing stars ~

13 Tuesday Aug 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

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shadows slide
beneath the crest –
echoes into song
the wake becomes our dreaming
to defend
laurel blooms
a sacred curse –
of choices made too few
a promise grew
to will us back again

questioning
these turns of fate
to touch on places tender
would mark as gifts
where skin is burned away
tracing stars
from one and back
ancient silver ladle
pours the light of living
empty into day

without regard
the midnight strains
against the gates
of morning
as red and purple sashes
counter blame
surrendered of another time
we stood beyond
the firelight
and made believe
wings were filled with flame

. . .

feel for something ~

13 Tuesday Aug 2013

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smaller I
the future staying –
a girl was run
into the night
and saved beneath
the moon returning –
to breathe of life
into my words

brushed to vine
the truth in loving –
as tears gone dry
where sorrow rolled
a river toward the end
of nothing
dare I take
my heart – my own

to know of these
to feel for something
more than I
the light became

. . .

permissions ~

12 Monday Aug 2013

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between the cracks
where summer sweats
remembrance of the winter
as pink
our favored mittens –
(yesterday)
were granted us permission
to take of all we have
caught us up
in moments
– breath is stealed
away

were sorrows
not so many
tho bliss is kept apart
pressed into the creases
a destiny betrayed
honey bees are floating
out beyond the storm
love is come –
forgiven what we never could
repay

. . .

spent ~

09 Friday Aug 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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beneath this fragile
knowing –
splinters pressed into
the place of solace come
and who will know
of thought I never
spent to verse
words left out to dry
where time is gone
you must have seen me
fly

above the trees
between the clouds
beyond the reach of song
how many lives
awaited
for us here
I can’t be sure
I told you once
some things I can’t forget
– the color of your eyes
between my tears

tell me now
as you must know –
of moments
we have passed
when promised us a life
beyond these years
carry my
beleaguered soul
into the place of hands
hold my name
within the heart
you own

. . .