unexplained ~

11 Tuesday Jun 2013

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touch
as word unnoticed
spilled onto my page
silent as a poet
falls to rhyme
of reaching out for something
take me I am home
here am I to catch you
every time

touch
in ways unpracticed
suffer me your truth –
written once when all the lights
burned down
years away and still
you know me
meaning unexplained
a place of nothing works
but holding on

touch
and almost always
I will plead one more
season
without cause –
a blossom bends
flush against another
time I thought to go
leaving –
but a place
where we begin

. . .

tumbled down ~

11 Tuesday Jun 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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I am a dancer
spun into the trees
fingers born with memory
of the sun

fragile scarlet ribbons
taut beneath the sky
robins wake
to purple lullaby

am I unknown
as tumbled down
from the tallest tree
early now my resting place
to leave

forgotten to the splendor
of breath
against the night
forever finds
a lover
in pieces of the light

. . .

your keeping ~

10 Monday Jun 2013

Posted by tornadoday in folklore, Poetry, verse

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pour me out
a river –
one ocean at a time
set with no direction
(but the sea)
fill my veins
warm the course
of love along my banks
rains are falling (lifetimes)
into me

pour me out
a thimble –
quench me
with your thirst
fill me with your keeping
(every tide)
caught between eternities
home to ancient shores
bless’ed moon –
(my emptiness) to hide

pour me out –
a tender heart
take of me (your fill)
with stories of a time
before you came
pour the truth –
(take the truth)
emptied to the night
stars are burning (somewhere)
– fill me now
to flame

. . .

of dreams ~

10 Monday Jun 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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of yesterdays
I’ve spent my share –
pockets empty now
the path ahead much less
than left behind
of dreams – by sleep
remembered
nights I lay between
practiced in a breath
of make believe
surrendered as to sorrows
counted not to home
the sound of water rushing
o’er my stones
silence keeps a record
of where I lingered here
trading bits of heaven
for wilderness
unknown

. . .

shadow of still ~

09 Sunday Jun 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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sworn
to believe
the seasons have passed –
how many ten thousands
are stilled by this one
rolled into years
without reason
to count
how many forevers
this sun

as legions
forgiven –
to lie at her heart
soft in the shadow of still
faded as cotton
gathered to light –
are songs from lips
ever sealed

yet
when the morning
stands from the dark
silence – their voices
abound
dew glitters sweet
on petal and pine –
as passion wells up
from the ground

. . .

threads into silk ~

09 Sunday Jun 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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of scars
all but faded
the beginning is lost –
no reminder is left
of the pain
of stories we started
forgotten us now
were given us choice
to remain

more than a few
are sealed within lies –
a place I was going
when fell by the way
given to truth
I thought would oblige
souvenirs kept
with the blade

crisscross
remember –
threads into silk
moments reweaved
by their coming apart
letters have worked their way
into skin –
scars running clean
to the heart

. . .

learned by the losing ~

08 Saturday Jun 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling, Storytelling

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of lessons
unlearned –
where silence takes hold
and plans that were made
have been folded
away –
while the dreamer
still dreams with want
for the real
and a place
not so much – for the taking
to hold

a welcome
resolve –
comes a lingering peace
when forsaken
to night – the gathering light
a notion becoming
a journey too far
to go back
no longer a road
once was known

fated decisions
black and blue lines –
as someone waits up
with a story to tell
and arms
without need
for another resign –
a hole where love
is poured in

of coming
and going –
the world doesn’t mind
what is learned
by the losing
in the ways we begin
were eyes
hardly dried –
when we opened them first
and skies fell again
into wishes
for light

. . .

from the first ~

07 Friday Jun 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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from the first
I knew the last –
every blessing pressed between
as years would flow
the river to the spring
backward to the starting
forever just for this –
knee to knee
and kiss to eager kiss

without song
I heard the music
someone sang it once for me
and danced me round
beneath an amber sky
swirled away
as come what may
time betrayed the end –
meet me there
was all I heard him say

in the still
I found my seasons
as promise one time made
to wake anew
when leaves were on the ground
listening for violins –
held me here before
last I knew –
the first would come
again

. . .