storyful wonder ~

07 Thursday Feb 2013

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carve to my cup
hand painted finches
and mid-evil strings
of haiku
ten thousand traces
invisible graces
– truth come of nothing
when nothing
would do

quilt me a blanket
of storyful wonder
three times more red
than ever was blue
stiches so small
the past won’t unravel
wherever the future –
I’m taking it too

loblolly pinecones
cover the ground – as hands
to surrender the keys
stay for the telling
I swore to remember –
of spirits returning
their light to the trees

build me a nest
of lapis and whiskers
copper with sorrows divine
clear me a place
hung high in the timbers –
stay for the grieving
or leave us
behind

ways by which we came ~

02 Saturday Feb 2013

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were consequence
our one defense –
for ways by which we came
into the revelation
of our will

sing of me
when rivers fret –
your final journey home
were there my name –
in silence lingers
still

forgiven this
surrender –
to another truth I seek
glowed beyond the restlessness
of night –

carved me by the willow
into the evergreen
forsaken not the message
of your light

sit me down
in blossoms –
the color of your song
and wrestle me
to life within your lead

lay me bare
to lessons –
of living to discern
as sweet
the fall of berries
crushed by need

. . .

this time ~

02 Saturday Feb 2013

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bliss, breath, destiny, dreams, fearless, grace, life, living, love, memory, old maps, passion, relationship, restless, spirit, strength, understanding, wandering, wisdom

were curses
to brush
my feelings away
as splinters
pushed deep in my soul
worn as a callus
of promise to numb –
were moments of heaven
I know

forty years more
than my mama was young
chosen for choosing
this time
broken down places
wink in the sun
a shimmering ghost
left behind

longing we planted
in clover and moss –
weighted to pockets
of stone
forgotten our fate
as candles died out
– habits held close
not for long

. . .

halls of light ~

24 Thursday Jan 2013

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spirit lift
as flight betrayed
cool this brow of longing –
raise the window
let the wonder in

of words
my only console
was to find it written
here –
a cause for strength
in memories of light

angels
gather after dark –
to rest above the rafters
silence sings
the sweetest song
I know

lovers wait
eternities
for one more living come –
passed between
our reasons to conceive

blessings
one –
the rest shall let
another breath surrendered
as standing close beneath –
the waters rise

rushing waves
of falling leaves –
wing’eds on the chimney
– sounds to me
the same
within these halls
of light

. . .

sworn to dance ~

22 Tuesday Jan 2013

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guard this heart
as was your own
for surely once it did
beat within the timbre
of your drum

sewn into the measure
of melodies made one
hidden by the secrets
of the rain

fell asleep
along the way
and rocked
the cowboy home –
rushed beyond the canyons
to the sea

fluted as a lullabye
hummingbird to gull –
floating west
a message to divine

perfumed nights
betrayed the chill –
of catfish salamander
cedars sworn to dance
beside the wind

warmest crush
of honeybees
swarm above the waves –
strained into the whisper
was told of you
and me

forgotten to sing ~

19 Saturday Jan 2013

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of eyes to shine
though looked away –
daring not to linger
on light would pierce
your veil of circumstance

of flaws
to wear your freedoms
perfection only you
can know of bliss was born
to wear your name

of falling
not for fear alone
the reason to awake –
to soar again
the lowly heart to dream

of knowing
more than these I know
are others I am part –
became as one
with everything
the universe consoles

of stories
more than one be writ
of places, faces gone
swords and thieves disguised
as arms of grace

of love
no more than this to give
no magic to erase
a day before this golden sun
did rise

of sorrows
let us gather them
and hold them to our hearts –
surrendered now the tempest
to the calm

. . .

forever (more) ~

16 Wednesday Jan 2013

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were coming back more
than asked of forgiveness –
no one would blame me
for running (away)
picking through pieces
were left of the ruins –
fashioned to story
with nothing to say

longer the leaving
than ever I wanted
destiny cooled in a cup
by the sink
wishes and wondering
(how will I know you)
when lost are these verses
of breathing to ink

you and your highways
while I – to the back roads
dust on your face
are briars (my own)
willed to remember
nights without shadow
reach me
(to teach me)
another way home

a place on the map
a weathered remembrance
heaven and earth
were switched in our stead
light streamed
as moments of angels
(and demons)
pressed in our pressing –
and stored ‘neath the bed

tho winds
yet were blowing
to seasons (unnamed)
by graces retracing
ten thousand (too few)
sunrise decided
in our rush to discover
time without memory
of (just) passing through

leave me the river
and take of your oceans
I’ll keep the lantern
(and give you the sun)
where are the stones
we laid on tomorrow –
coming back sweeter
into love
(we’ve become)

. . .

the heart of surrender ~

15 Tuesday Jan 2013

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the spinner
of light
burns paisley to shadow
forward and back
as waltz into flame

the memory of heat
at the heart of surrender ~
a warning spilled soft
from yet silent
mouths

sonnets etched
in the rush to remember
black velvet coats
of royal recall

skirted the night
in search of another
saved from detection ~
where burning
we sailed

. . .

shades of cedar ~

13 Sunday Jan 2013

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were there storms before
we lasted –
and now the signs are gone
scars remain
but not with thought to loss
or changes due
their coming back
stories writ by time
sweetened now by tenderness
and truth

forgiven are the choices
were come the sake of love
would not I know
I’d make the same again
flush against the feeling
blossomed by the bliss
wishing long on stars
still hang the sky

lace is streamed
from evergreen
robins crowd the yard
where morning bread
was scattered from the porch
silhouette of winter shapes
the fences falling down
I sit awhile
wrapped in solitude

a quilted patch
called living
no pattern but of love
tiny hands once stitched
and cursed and made
destinies to warm me
more I’ve yet to see –
coffee cold
but still it makes me sing

where we were
we are the same –
as silence keeps the dawn
showers fall
and there the seeds
redeemed
quietly the sunlight stirs
life in shades of cedar –
witness to the waking
pulls the love
around

. . .

dreamscapes ~

09 Wednesday Jan 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling, Storytelling

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in the wake
of a dream
a tear to my face
so quietly
tenderness come
spoke without speaking
knew what was known
and wrapped was my faith
in once more
alone

pressed
as the fairest
of bloom to the page
perfumed reminder of us

what will it matter
when time passes on
the imprint of moments
we stood
in this place
and watched as the sun
burned a hole –
coddled by bourbon
and lace

wisdom has found
a place on my pillow
while knowledge sleeps
out on the porch
makes not a peep
as eternity falls –
swept as the last
perfect star to be saved

e’er will I wonder
of distance not far
and places forgiven
as witness
to change
hands barely touching
remember it all

how I envy
their innocent streams

as it was written
so are we now
reach out and gather
these words to resound
in the coming and going
in seed yet to bud
gardens denied
disbelief

traces revealed
in the living undone
breath even now has a way
of deciding the places
my soul shall retain
as silver makes haste
– time
disappears

as one
with the universe
sung by its tune
laid side by side for a while
choices defending
the feel of the road
as somewhere
they wait for me now

a winter white stag
keeps a bride
on the meadow
and sometimes
he finds her in dreams
they speak not of hours
or measure of more –
and waste not a tear
for goodbyes