notes where I might find them ~

23 Sunday Jun 2013

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becoming, cherokee, connection, dreams, fearless, grace, life, living, love, nature, passion, reason, relationship, spirit, strength, wandering

more to me
these rhyming strains
of looking back
to leaving
notes where I might find them
one more day
pressed beneath
a leaning pine –
answers tall around
hands to wrap
as eyes
to plead you
stay

. . .

again to wake ~

22 Saturday Jun 2013

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becoming, bliss, connection, dreams, faith, fearless, grace, knowledge, life, living, love, nature, passion, reason, relationship, self, spirit, spirituality, wonder

in the heat
that was remembering
another day this way
wind against the places
yet I find
the place of you
taried there –
suffered in your hands
fell asleep
and dreamed
that you were mine

as light
beyond the edges
where there my quiet stills
song birds chat aloud
the coming night
passions burn eternal
as evidence to will
as one their beat
tender words take flight

green the trust
of lucky swords –
nestled in the weed
lady bugs and locust
march about
forgotten what it was
they said
or how i knew their names
again to wake
as dreams are come
around

. . .

beneath the bloom ~

21 Friday Jun 2013

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becoming, bliss, blossom, connection, dreams, flowers, forgiveness, grace, life, living, love, nature, old maps, passion, seasons, spirit, truth, wonder

rows and rows
the sweet parade
of sage and blue magnolia
– crystal stems
and boxes put away
came for me
saved for me
the story yet for telling
of where the suitor left
his red bouquet

of juniper
and mid july
june bugs now are swarming
as white tailed sails
are swayed against the breeze –
wishes work their way
into places
I’ve forgotten
daisies watch the yard
for refugees

of summer come
repenting
for hurts the winter knew
hands at last
have found the rights of spring
morning rises sleepy
to the garden
here we lay
held beneath the bloom –
remembering

. . .

ways we fell ~

21 Friday Jun 2013

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becoming, bliss, breath, connection, destiny, dreams, fearless, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, memory, nature, reason, relationship, spirit, strength, truth, understanding

come the call
of destinies
whene’er the quiet calm
as needles
neath the tender trees –
were ancient secrets sewn
tho burdened not
the storied lips –
with versions of the truth
stilled the heart
from beating
one last time

frail the myth
of memorize –
as curs’ed ways we fell
with worry not
for leaving with the sun –
breezes blow
across into
arms of sweet refrain
breath has come
another dream
to save

. . .

tonight ~

20 Thursday Jun 2013

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becoming, bliss, breath, connection, destiny, dreams, fearless, grace, home, kentucky, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, reason, relationship, restless, spirit, understanding, wandering, wonder

were fate without reason
might you stay for a while
and read to me pages
once weaved into line
of mystery scored
to the back of your hands
and tenderness written
inside

of miracles felt
to the passing of spring
– petals defined
by the pulling apart –
moments so fleeting
a lifetime I lost
waiting
my breathing
to start

tonight
would you love me
thru the falling back in
with the whispering wonder –
of truth melting skin
a remembrance of always
when the last shade
is drawn

even now –
would you love me
again

. . .

coral shades ~

20 Thursday Jun 2013

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becoming, cherokee, connection, death, destiny, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, postmark, relationship, spirit, spirituality, time, truth, understanding

is there a moment
surely come
when tears no longer fall
with memory of ache
– of days gone by
straight the fleeting arrow
of time is sailed away
and floats to only this
direction home

dried against another
quilts and woolen sheets
married was a smile
to know the way –
evening waits in coral shades
of everything
we know
seasoned by a memory
of tears

. . .

a moment one ~

20 Thursday Jun 2013

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becoming, bliss, breath, connection, dreams, fearless, grace, gravel roads, life, living, love, memory, moments, old maps, passion, postmark, relationship, restless, star crossed, truth, understanding, wandering

however this decided
were other times I knew
of places come –
as heaven waited for
knew the feel of falling
soft against the moon
of nights –
another breath
we shared before

grieve for me
stay with me
dream and I shall find
the place where once your
tired body lay
flush against my longing
two of us no more
a moment one –
as forever
fell away

. . .

lives before I lived ~

19 Wednesday Jun 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling, Storytelling

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becoming, breath, cherokee, connection, death, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, knowing, knowledge, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, reason, restless, spirit, truth, understanding, writing

of destiny
I’ve heard them say
another sun shall rise
committed as the sparrow
to remain
balanced on a northern wind
knowing me this way
tho time has passed –
til no one knows
my name

in sheets of iceberg
melting –
lives before I lived
rest against these windows
unafraid
of seasons gone
to blow again –
across and through my soul
reminders of some other
love I know

forgiven me
an early sky
where every star burns blue
destiny rewritten
to my will
beats beneath ten thousand wings
as one among the clouds
names are wrote
and I remember
still

. . .

these fields ~

18 Tuesday Jun 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling, verse

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becoming, bliss, connection, dreams, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, kentucky, life, living, love, magic, nature, old maps, passion, reason, restless, southern, spirit, stars, truth, wandering

these fields
have been my saving grace
how long
from waking stirred
to blur the lacey edges
come of sleep
will carry me
a lifetime more
than crystal stems
and longing
beyond the velvet echoes
of goodbye

given me direction
with one more
purple dawn –
peepers crowd beneath
the rafters now
warm the line
between the road
and where it was I knew
you’d find me here
with every want
made true