when my end
is come
will i taste
your name
as i rush
the silver ethers
a final turn
at destinies
where moments pass –
a breath between
wherein my pulse
is tamed
a memory
where yesterday
remains
. . .
breath between ~
31 Friday Dec 2021
Tag Archives: life
by name ~
30 Thursday Dec 2021
was never mine
for holding –
defeated
letting go
worlds i keep
tender still –
are gathered
to my soul
was here
one lost july
i gave into your flame
ribbons blazing
ancient stars
remember me
by name
. . .
rainbow falling ~
25 Saturday Dec 2021
Tags
as easy as breathing, christmas, confession, life, live, poetry, rambling, sometimes, writing in the dark
was making plans
for one more life
when you found me
spun me round
like a rainbow
falling
drunken path
flooding the pasture
burning my skin
with the way
you looked thru
the way you made love
feel like
always
was nothing
we’d ever want back
a breath for christmas
one more every time
i would awake
in a trance
of learning to be
tho i couldn’t quite
count
the stars
i could drown in your eyes
a life resurrected
as you held out
your hands –
opened your arms
to surround
. . .
sorrow knows my name ~
24 Friday Dec 2021
Posted in Poetry, Storytelling
Tags
a hand to hold, a jealous moon, all we've known to love, gifts, life, love, perpetual grace, time
i’ve concluded
my fate –
a cold cup of coffee
a view through a window
as the sun
starts to rise
a silence so pure
i dare not disturb
with a rush
to remember –
tears fill my eyes
i’ve concluded
the way –
is one i am taking
a path where sorrow
carries my name
a walk neath cedars
as moonlight
comes calling –
jealousy spurned
as the first time
he came
. . .
Photo of mine: A rural road near the place I was born….a memory I carry.
could be ~
10 Friday Dec 2021
Posted in Poetry
could be
all i need
is forever to surrender
another dawn
to rise
within your arms
could be
all i need
is a way
for getting over
eternity to wash
ash to snow
could be
all i need
is a sigh beneath
my shiver
breath upon the fire
i made my home
. . .
first ~
09 Thursday Dec 2021
Tags
faith, life, love, nature, prayer, seasons, silence, surrender, vespers, vows, whisper, words without rhyme
had i known
my fervent whisper
might reach beyond
the veil
beyond the break
where sunlight fills
your eyes
had i sensed
your permission
as you strolled
beneath the boughs
courted by the shadows
in a world
of here and now
had i known
you were missing
everything
i miss of you
as breath
against my shiver
– resurrecting
every truth
had i known
this day would come
anew
tho never quite
the same
as the first you heard
me whisper –
the first i spoke
your name
. . .
fated to me ~
07 Tuesday Dec 2021
Posted in Poetry, spirituality
Tags
acceptance, forgiveness, infinite, life, love, seasons, sometimes, time, truth, willing you home to me
forty-one more
than I was young
half lives more than ready
one last time –
for living
every day
failing
forgiveness –
tell me of pleasures
willed you come
yet pulled you away
separate for nothing
a pension for madness –
heaven permitted
to leave
last years
communion –
is this years I love you
memory fated
to me
. . .
let these keys remember ~
07 Tuesday Dec 2021
Tags
as easy as breathing, echoes beneath my skin, essential truth, grace, life, little words, love, poetry, rewritten
tho I know better
I should not want
for words
I cannot find –
those which fault
to fall
beyond my memory become
let these keys
remember –
embracing verse the same
let my mind be free
to fill
pages I remain
as one
a vowel –
a broken line
who shall tell me
I am wrong
when all I sought
to do –
was ease my pen
. . .
a certain wind ~
06 Monday Dec 2021
I am
the child of a living God
the essence of a garden
I am the blood
of ten thousand tribes
made to one
I am the breath of heaven
a river rush with tears
a light denied
the limits
of the sun
I am
willing to be broken
so that I might rise again
deciding as I will
my destiny
I am not afraid
of falling
mine are wings
of love divine
I will lean into
and wait
a certain wind
. . .
how it was ~
06 Monday Dec 2021
Posted in Poetry, spirituality, verse
Tags
beginning, destinies, forgiveness, life, love, recollection, trust
were I gifted
wisdom
sight beyond my eyes –
cards to play
a looking glass unglazed
would e’er there be
a moment
you would come
and I would know
which lines were crossed
as means
for letting go
were I offered
absolution
for every time
I looked beyond
a year began
negated now to loss
a rush of recollection
do you remember
how it was
a breath between
each memory
of us
. . .
tornadoday 