tethered by remembers ~

03 Wednesday Jun 2015

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becoming, blessings, bliss, connection, conscious consciousness, fearless, grace, gravel roads, healing, life, love, memory, moments, seasons, signs, soul, story, touch

pardon
my reflection
on moments
such as these
a place and time
wherein we are
the same
tethered
by remembers
stories into one
another life
from living held apart
as gentle
arms surrounding
breath against
my ear
constellations
gathered us around
was ever
there
the way returned
to learn of love
anew
forever rings
a silent
I love you

. . .

a moment of something ~

15 Friday May 2015

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change, divine, forever this, go ahead, gravel roads, home, let me, life, love, postmark, sacred intimacy, save the best, seasons, time, twilight

I’m the same
as remembered
though years
pressed between
linen
stained by a rose
a moment
of something
graces me still
a photo
come loose
at the corners
where dates are penned
gray
and names are
erased
by the turning of leaves
light through the page
where once
we were something
once we were well
on our way
to the same
ever after
as easy as breathing
in an ocean
of stars
fixed on another
hello
where have you been
how is it I know
what was truth
I am still
the same

. . .

on your pillow one day ~

14 Thursday May 2015

Posted by tornadoday in perfect country song, Poetry, Rambling

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a good country song, allowance, already, beginning, fearless, goodbye, gravel roads, home, letting go, life, love, maybe now, rambling, seasons, somewhere I don't know, time

stop talking
go on
no crying to mama
bout the absence
of plans –
a dream
growing old
hurry
don’t let the door
get in your way
of times
you discovered
one more reason
to stay
promise discerned
by the pulling apart
and notes
I left home
on your pillow
one day
clinging to chances
fortunate few –
a touch
not so hard
to resist
leave by the light
of a love
I’ll remember
words
worried cold
as the last time
we kissed

. . .

endeared by the naming ~

13 Wednesday May 2015

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bliss, breath, connection, home, life, love, nature, ocean, shores

sea glass
and marble
rubble and shell
fortunes
glistening sands
histories humbled
by yesterday’s tide
the soul of a mountain
a river returns
seagull and starling
fluttering winds
journeys endeared
by the naming
of stars
shores where
our destinies lay
whirlpools
and castles
spun of a dream
lust of the moon
for the whispering
waves

. . .

all souls ~

04 Monday May 2015

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry

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becoming, breath, connection, conscious consciousness, death, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, life, love, old maps, postmark, reason, restless, resurrection, spirit, strength, value, wandering

names
by some forsaken
the fondest memories
a slight of hand
a slower fate than most
whispers sworn
to secret
reserved for us the same
reminders of another
love I knew –
will I
remain

a silent praise
along the path
for someone no one knows
hands are folded
quilts are wearing through
who of me
I wonder
will there be
when I am gone –
will one return
to speak my name
aloud

. . .

I moved back to Tennessee in 1991. Three days after the
first on the porch, I noticed something along the back fence line – an edge
amid the briar. It was a portion of cemetery marker, apparently from
the time when many civil war battles were fought nearby.

There is no name…only dates. When days are hot, it is a place of retreat,
and many poems have found word there. Yesterday morning, it seemed
the only place to be – held by one without a name, as witness to my tears.
(I shall give).

Image: 1998 somewhere between here and the place where I was born. Souls
sleep where solace grows deepest. “Ask not for whom the bell tolls….”

. . .

Q ~

30 Thursday Apr 2015

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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always, beauty, blessings, bliss, eternity, friendship, grief, joy, life, love, presence, Q, spirit, Susan Q. Fults, truth

in the gracious greys
of just before
sunlight spills the dawn
darkness pulls
his tender heart
to mine
silence rings
with angels
rafters bend and sway
heaven wanders
not so far –
not so far away
from evermore returning
words without a sound
to grieve ten thousand
mornings
with a sigh
love is but a moment
of light before
the dawn
a dream denied
the safety
of the night

Author’s Note: As the result of an ectopic pregnancy in 1984 , she required
a blood transfusion. It saved her life, but took something in return.

Testing wasn’t the norm, and she contracted Hepatitis C. It would
not relent, and claimed permanence via liver cancer in 2012. This weekend,
hospice was called in.

She waits, and those who love her pray for a miracle. And yet,
already she is one. For Q with love always.

. . .

payment for a kiss ~

24 Friday Apr 2015

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blessings, bliss, connection, divine this, faith, gravel roads, home, life, living, love, sacred intimacy, seeing in the dark, story, value, writing

stay
that I might
give to you my story –
a page or two
as payment for a kiss
how long til
you’ve discovered
breathing born of rhyme
will beyond
these places we exist
a poem
oft repeated
just before the darkness stirs
in reverie
this wonder to reclaim
words –
where none are needed
linger yet
upon my lips –
sweetened by the memory
of your name

. . .

became of love ~

18 Saturday Apr 2015

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divine, faith, family, fearless, heaven here, here, home, life, love, memory, postmark, stars, truth

a softer constellation
than once was given place
when voice
became of light –
became of love
the ways of our returning
back to open arms
a home
the same
as once before
we dreamed

another new beginning ~

13 Monday Apr 2015

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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beauty, becoming, beginning, bliss, connection, conscious consciousness, gravel roads, home, life, love, poetry, storytelling, touch, wandering

from another
new beginning us
remembered now
as one
were never more
but come as may
another we
begun
from stories
might some other tell
of nights
we dared not sleep
of mornings sweet
to lie awake
warmed by all
we keep

. . .

buttons ~

05 Sunday Apr 2015

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becoming, connection, destiny, faith, grace, gravel roads, life, living, love, old maps, passion, reason, spirit, truth, understanding, wandering, woman

was it for this
a silence surrendered
– nights
when I can’t buy a dream
mornings find me
out on the porch
rocking alone –
eyes facing north
fussing with buttons
and cursing
sometimes –
to wonder
(and how I must do that
a lot)
haunted by traces
places untouched
fingers burnt
by beginning