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who I was before I was ~

05 Thursday Aug 2021

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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family, grace, living, love, secrets, sometimes, story, the part you never knew, truths, who i was before I was, writing in the dark

granny kept his secrets
until the day she died –
surrendered with her breath
every want
to question why

some stories flow a river
beginning at the end
til all we have is what became
of places we have been

tis why the nightbird cries
remembering her song
– what man became my father
when mama came along

I hold my demons closer
than words I dare not speak
truths that weigh much more
than you love me

for every doubt
another waits
to claim the life between
who I was before I was –
dreams I dream

for every secret traded
there are some I’ll never tell
– why granny kept her boots
in the woods
beyond the well

. . .

a path beneath the rain ~

09 Friday Jul 2021

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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acceptance, breath, fortune, inheritance, letters, life, living, love, mystery, once was mine, surrender, time

what of this
take it all
make it yours somehow
free my hands
by lightning scored
tho who could trace them now
spare this kiss
that bears your name
your tears –
a summer storm
make of years
a path beneath the rain
close the boxes
turn away
leave this life behind
steal my letters
take the land –
the breath that once
held mine

. . .

all I need ~

15 Tuesday Jun 2021

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality

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living, love, refrain, returning, seasons, time

would a lifetime
be sufficient
for days I have to live
a moment come
ten thousand more
I plead
a sun beyond this aching
mornings to recall
– another touch
is all the time I need

with will to choose
as death refused –
some other grace
where graces lay –
the creeks will rise
the barn will fall away

somewhere
strangers gather
to the shoulder
down the lane –
and no one lives
no one cares
to wonder why
we came

why I linger
as love decided –
beyond what time
can prove
tis for this one
remembered –
another life
I’ve come
for you

. . .

edges ~

19 Wednesday Aug 2020

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality

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all I know of living, another me, destiny, faith, life, living, love, memory, moments, morning, mystery, sometimes, trust, truth

in the still
that is your morning
do you drift on yesterday
as your coffee cools –
do you linger
for a while

with pieces
oft forsaken –
tho sharp the edges be
do they steal your breath
and leave you
with a smile

sometimes
my best intentions
are just reminders of the past
daylight spun to corners
in my mind

til the lure
of presence binds me –
to the place where living waits
tethered by a moment
of divine

. . .

for a season ~

12 Tuesday May 2020

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality

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Tags

living, love, memory, miracles, nature, seasons, soul, spirit, time, truth, understanding

nearenoughtohome

in this moment
I remember
everything I came to know
the way the rivers
gather to the sea –
the measure of a rainbow
bending soft against
the sand –
a miracle
still happening
to me

I remember
every kiss –
every touch was ever mine
the echo of my name
within the dark
a rush of swallows sailing –
blind within their faith
breathing out the song
that is
my heart

I remember how it was
that first bloom within the snow
searching for a reason –
for a season
not to go

living scattered sweetly
across ten thousand years
I remember
every lifetime –
I would wait
to find you here

. . .

not with words ~

05 Tuesday May 2020

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality, Storytelling

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Tags

beginning, destiny, journey, knowing what I know, living, longing, love, memory, mystery, nature, promise, soul, spirit, time, travel, truth

remember me spring

there’s an field
beyond our seeking –
a place where we belong
the life we dreamed
no less
for living
another one

there’s a want
beyond the waking –
of winter wheat
and purple sword
where longing flows
the sweetest honey –
yet not
with words

there’s a silence
to all that matters
lest we grieve
for signs we missed
a truth we cannot speak of –
a promise
or a kiss

there’s a moment
I’ve heard tell –
blinding sunlight
of time displaced –
where love begins again
as always
from a memory
retraced

. . .

nothing more ~

06 Thursday Feb 2020

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality

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Tags

dreams, essence, hope, intimacy alive, life, living, love, simple wantings, spirit, story

stealmeaway
was there a moment
I was spinning
wishes into plans
intent on misdirection
with hope
for nothing more
than a hand to hold –
a story not yet
made

. . .

shadows to dancing ~

04 Monday Mar 2019

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling, spirituality

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Tags

dreams, intention, lessons, living, love, moments, promise, shadows, surrender, time

yesterhere

confused
by a promise
I’ll come back to find you
warm as a whiskey –
slow let me learn
of moments made sweeter
of a morning
left broken –
to memories scattered
let me return

to a time
I was willing –
and there you were welcomed
as shadows to dancing
whispers goodbye
telling of dreams
red swirling sunlight –
a cascade of reasons
for your hand
holding mine

. . .

best ever ~

04 Tuesday Dec 2018

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

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Tags

bliss, connection, faith, family, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, living, love, memory, old maps, postmark, reason, relationship, spirit, strength, truth, wealth, wonder

Just this week, a friend told me of the start of a new tradition within her family wherein each member shared their best Christmas memory. Even in recounting the experience, tears filled her eyes as she spoke of her own, and those shared by others. There were moments of sorrow and others sweeterstillof pure joy, but eventually, they all became the best memory ever.

How is it that we’ve forgotten that? To know that every sorrow wears a coat of joy, and every bliss is but a warning of grief – a missing of the sweetest part? And yet, when measured into the same overflowing cup, they become the best – again and again.

She asked to my best memory ever and I think (partially) it was dislodged from my heart by her telling, but it is one of joy and family……….the best ever still.

Tho we didn’t know it at the time, we weren’t rich. My family of six lived in a two bedroom trailer until I was twelve. Then we moved into a castle of three bedrooms….. 🙂 The memory recalled is from the ‘castle’. Every Saturday was the same. One by one, my brother and sisters would wake for some reason and make our way to my parent’s room, my parent’s bed. Until we were all there, telling our dreams, torturing and tickling, and eventually deciding on breakfast.

But Christmas was another such time. My brother (who by virtue of the fact that he was the only son, had his own bedroom) would sleep in the girl’s room. We’d all pile into one big bed (or it seemed big at the time – tho I suspect it was no more than a full-size). I’m not sure we slept at all, but during the night, with every little squeak or bending of board, we’d speculate that Santa had come around. My brother was the designated outlook for us, and he would sneak down the hall to spy on the living room………and then run back to the safety of us to report. There was no understanding that it had to be five o’clock before we could get up. The only restriction was that we couldn’t get up before Santa had arrived.

closerYears later, I have heard stories of how long it took to get all the presents under the tree*. Between wrapping, assembling, and playing with all the toys – it was their joy we were most anticipating I think. Even now, at Christmas, I imagine the sound of little boy feet running down the hall…….. ‘he’s here, he’s here’………..

Let us keep Christmas forever in our tiny hearts, remembering things little as big. Let us keep love through the sharing of stories – creating anew every best memory.

* My Chatty Cathy doll was almost worn out before Christmas, and a promise to get a kitten for my sister resulted in an unexpected run to the country – and a cat that nearly brought my dad to stitches.  In the telling, even more sweet beautiful tears.  My dad comments, ‘we didn’t know just how good we had it’….  Then he winks, ‘yeah, we knew’……..

wake me home
some other year –
beyond this life surrendered
fall to me the places
I have known –
save for me
a little room
with not much more
for leaving –
arms to fill
wake me now
to home

. . .

Author’s Note:  One of my favorite reposted as a reminder.

things I might have changed ~

03 Monday Dec 2018

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling, spirituality

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Tags

blessing, goodbye, gratitude, kiss, living, love, nature, one more everything, poet, poetry, promise, seasons, time, winter, wishes

belonging

for another day
a lifetime rent –
for wishes undenied
one last kiss –
one verse upon my brow
too many more
than I endured
to save for any less –
the way I came
much sweeter than before

I only dreamed
to finish here –
until the dying came
until my waiting freed
one more goodbye
– will then I dare
remembrance
of things I might have changed
had winter passed
with not so harsh
a claim

. . .

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