memory of knowing ~

29 Saturday Jun 2013

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becoming, cherokee, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, knowing, life, living, love, passion, reason, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, woman

in a voice
as soft
my dreams become
a memory of
knowing
tho who can hear –
I speak
not loud enough
swept upon
a whisper – secrets
loosed by living
– song is poured
into the place
I love

. . .

notes where I might find them ~

23 Sunday Jun 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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becoming, cherokee, connection, dreams, fearless, grace, life, living, love, nature, passion, reason, relationship, spirit, strength, wandering

more to me
these rhyming strains
of looking back
to leaving
notes where I might find them
one more day
pressed beneath
a leaning pine –
answers tall around
hands to wrap
as eyes
to plead you
stay

. . .

again to wake ~

22 Saturday Jun 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

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becoming, bliss, connection, dreams, faith, fearless, grace, knowledge, life, living, love, nature, passion, reason, relationship, self, spirit, spirituality, wonder

in the heat
that was remembering
another day this way
wind against the places
yet I find
the place of you
taried there –
suffered in your hands
fell asleep
and dreamed
that you were mine

as light
beyond the edges
where there my quiet stills
song birds chat aloud
the coming night
passions burn eternal
as evidence to will
as one their beat
tender words take flight

green the trust
of lucky swords –
nestled in the weed
lady bugs and locust
march about
forgotten what it was
they said
or how i knew their names
again to wake
as dreams are come
around

. . .

beneath the bloom ~

21 Friday Jun 2013

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becoming, bliss, blossom, connection, dreams, flowers, forgiveness, grace, life, living, love, nature, old maps, passion, seasons, spirit, truth, wonder

rows and rows
the sweet parade
of sage and blue magnolia
– crystal stems
and boxes put away
came for me
saved for me
the story yet for telling
of where the suitor left
his red bouquet

of juniper
and mid july
june bugs now are swarming
as white tailed sails
are swayed against the breeze –
wishes work their way
into places
I’ve forgotten
daisies watch the yard
for refugees

of summer come
repenting
for hurts the winter knew
hands at last
have found the rights of spring
morning rises sleepy
to the garden
here we lay
held beneath the bloom –
remembering

. . .

a moment one ~

20 Thursday Jun 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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becoming, bliss, breath, connection, dreams, fearless, grace, gravel roads, life, living, love, memory, moments, old maps, passion, postmark, relationship, restless, star crossed, truth, understanding, wandering

however this decided
were other times I knew
of places come –
as heaven waited for
knew the feel of falling
soft against the moon
of nights –
another breath
we shared before

grieve for me
stay with me
dream and I shall find
the place where once your
tired body lay
flush against my longing
two of us no more
a moment one –
as forever
fell away

. . .

these fields ~

18 Tuesday Jun 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling, verse

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becoming, bliss, connection, dreams, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, kentucky, life, living, love, magic, nature, old maps, passion, reason, restless, southern, spirit, stars, truth, wandering

these fields
have been my saving grace
how long
from waking stirred
to blur the lacey edges
come of sleep
will carry me
a lifetime more
than crystal stems
and longing
beyond the velvet echoes
of goodbye

given me direction
with one more
purple dawn –
peepers crowd beneath
the rafters now
warm the line
between the road
and where it was I knew
you’d find me here
with every want
made true

shadows
to an outstretched hand
spirit held by name –
as somewhere soft
this once
you fell into
the wonder
of awaking –
as a dream
beyond the night

as answer to a wish
made long ago

. . .

daddy ~

17 Monday Jun 2013

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becoming, bliss, connection, daddy, destiny, dreams, family, father's day 2013, fearless, grace, life, living, love, nature, old maps, reason, relationship, self, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, understanding, wandering

the first to notice
ember doves –
were come to know my soul
the keeper of another name
I own

eased within the fading
of daylight spread the dark
wingeds sail before
me through the night

tied as verse my little heart
with hands the same as whispers
unfolding sacks of story
sweetgum, lark and light

. . .

dared believe ~

15 Saturday Jun 2013

Posted by tornadoday in folklore, Poetry

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becoming, connection, death, destiny, faith, fearless, grace, life, living, love, nature, passion, restless, soul signature, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, understanding, wonder

years for kindness
this became –
to stand within a circle
heads to bow and hands to join
prayerful all
amen

here and there
from memory –
were truths we dared believe
but none were yet
so great as love
received

as surely was
forgiveness come
without a starlit night
without a ribbon wrapped
to let us know

eternity beginning
in the place
of here and now
were ever there a wll
to make it so

. . .

something someone said ~

13 Thursday Jun 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling, Storytelling

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bliss, breath, connection, death, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, life, living, love, memory, old maps, passion, reason, relationship, self, soul signature, spirit, truth, understanding, wandering

tethered by a promise
come again someday –
make of me
a star in all your dreams
say my name
or keep it
save each tender vowel
last year’s plans
have faded from us now

where we were
and what was meant
some other trust betrayed
a moment came –
eternity
has stayed
the changer with the changing
the dreamer
doesn’t dream –
for only this
the passing into light

burdened not by
stories –
or something
someone said
was life before
a ways – for this to find
measured not to hours
passed
when given love’s embrace
tempted not to taste
a breath divine

. . .

enough to remember ~

13 Thursday Jun 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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becoming, bliss, connection, destiny, grace, gravel roads, kentucky, life, living, love, memory, nature, passion, postmark, reason, spirit, truth, understanding, woman

carve me to winter
the softest white cedar
make of my heart
a box by your bed
string me to star-bound
signs of ascension
souvenirs fell
in moments of bliss

pull of my passions
enough to remember –
and wrap every limb
with ribbon just so
dream me from memory
magpie and marble
wake me the night
– my name on your lips

. . .