tangled ~

24 Thursday Aug 2017

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adventure, blossom, home, journey, life, love, mystery, nature, woman

perfume

I was breath
and then the memory
of something without name
the taste of warmth
and wilderness
orchid made to bloom
clawing from a bed of rock
tangled up in weed
a blessing
for the taking
a lingering perfume

. . .

within a dream ~

23 Wednesday Aug 2017

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, home, Poetry

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blessings, home, life, love, memory, relearning, time, truth

daddy's birds

soul –
was I a reminder
of times beyond your reach
a story (stitched
from memory) –
echoes of release

words and verses
scattered
to places (without name)
a time when there
was nothing –
(and everything) the same

of lives
before our breathing
a souvenir (or two)
a journey made within
a dream –
(the only way
we knew)

. . .

Author’s Note: I’m not sure where this started, but was pleased with the result. Then, as I was looking for an image to accompany, I found this one – of the birds outside my daddy’s window more than a year ago. Of lives before our breathing, a souvenir (or two)…. ❤

wind from distant seas ~

23 Wednesday Aug 2017

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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hold me still, life, love, ocean, remembrance, seasons, story, time, truth

hometome

days –
the sands
of almost past
are swept beneath
the shore
where walks we made
hand in hand
(the heart
can still recall)
the gentle pull
of oceans come –
as wind
from distant seas
silence fell
(as whispers) –
confessions
from the fall

. . .

pondering –

28 Friday Jul 2017

Posted by tornadoday in Rambling

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dreams, life, love, remembering, time, understanding, unremembering

4444

from the meadow
buffaloes appear
and graze on treetops
careless they float
in ether –
the leaves they nibble
are higher than my roof
and soon their spring feeding
will change to a fall
of crackling orange cover
on tin roofs
(they do not see me)
in their reality –
they are a spell
of my imagination
while I bask in fading sunlight
though one day
when we all dream
these clouds will become
as precious
as the people
who seal our hearts in love
or a moment –
pondering
the origins of shooting stars

. . .

in my dream ~

27 Thursday Jul 2017

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Soapbox

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almost always, breath, close, life, love, memory, seasons, sometimes, time

in my dream
I sit in a coffee shop
composing haiku –
counting syllables
on caramel fingers
a reactionary in flip-flops
aging white linens
and faded parasols
tourists burning red –
alive in dime store
novels

sunlight see saws
across muddled
pink rimmed skies
whispers fill the street
I order another cappucine
swirling with foam regalia
– my collected sea of
memory

in my dream I am
a mere student of words
stealing minutes
from your sunset
before the moon smiles
o’er nights well remembered
from light years ago
when the stars
were our children

. . .

almost gone ~

26 Wednesday Jul 2017

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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forgotten, infinite, life, loss, love, memory, nature, sacred intimacy, seasons, time, treasure

deeper

for every rise
another shore
is left beyond the tide
another heart
where once I broke the same
along these lines
a scar or two –
faded
almost gone
but still the heart
remembers love
by name

. . .

the same as rain ~

19 Wednesday Jul 2017

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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blessings, life, love, oneness, sacred intimacy, time, truth

The-Early-Evening-Mist-Orton #1

remember now
a twilight touch
(a sigh
the same as rain)
whispering a promise
to remain –
beyond the ease
of leaving
was the will
for letting go
were ever I
(a sorrow
still to know)

nights
wherein the daylight
streamed –
veins and lilac
spray
(to make of us
some other
sunny day)
laid beneath
the timbers
lush with muscadine
kisses
yet to trade
(another time)

. . .

Photo: Cherokee National Forest 2016

bloomed ~

19 Wednesday Jul 2017

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

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beginning here, breath, close, journey, learning, life, love, path, somewhere still, time, truth

more
and for a future made
pieces blue and bright
a vision –
all I held
within my sight
a road no longer
walked along
trees
and branches
talked
of ancient times
and once I thought
to stay
wrapped in you
listening –
to silence
just as mine
gathered near
where secret whispers
bloomed
keep me here
stay the end
hold
and let me hold
to where I knew
you held
the way
to home

. . .

lets pretend ~

14 Wednesday Jun 2017

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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ancient ways, closer to forever than the star, destiny, fields of loving, life, memory, nature, sacred intimacy, seasons, southern, time, touch, truth

they warned me
of a poet’s son
of distances
undone
of paths beyond
the memory of paths
fields beneath
a starry night –
lay my body down
to trace
the ways –
becoming this
every world to one

where whispers
bloom a purple hush
and always
takes my breath
words I cannot speak –
a verse ignites
ancient skies
to others past
blossomed lets pretend
where stars
no longer burning
score the night

. . .

as a psalm ~

07 Wednesday Jun 2017

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

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dreams, essence, home, life, love, memory, remember, restoration, sacred intimacy, sometimes, stirring, time

dreamy

questions
leave me breathless
e’en when the silence falls
when years are passed
unwillingly to night –
tis there
the petals
once reserved
are opened by a sigh

essence unrelenting
as a psalm

remember me
as melody –
verses into one
tracing notes
lilac
shades of stone

breathe to me
as answers come
by names another wore
let me sit
while silently
they dream

. . .

Author’s Note: There are nights when I pull awake with a start, returning from another place – not so far. In the darkness, tears pool as I search frantically for a place to write.