lost in the leaving ~

15 Tuesday Jan 2013

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a wave
through the window
as life pulled away
for moments
your hand on the glass

reasons I’ve yet
to remember the same
– lifetimes returning
too fast

to eyes out of focus
grace without fear
to know
as I know
what was waiting
me here

were you lost
in that leaving
or felled by the light
as the sun burned a scar
to the glass

questions
unanswered
by distances come
in a blink –
was eternity known
left as a warmth
on a still fragile day
reason –
much harder
to own

a gift
when hands
found truth
in the touching –
a wave reconciled
to the last

unsettled ~

14 Monday Jan 2013

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of dying
I have but a faint
recollection
gathered in pieces
of living before
sometimes a flood
of almost not memories
of people and places
I’ve known
yet I don’t

exactly the moment
but there in my keeping
a moment unsettled
was yet to be dreamed
how is it I’ve passed
into newness
becoming
and kept of the leaving
some worries undone

a flaw in the story
was stumbled in finding
mornings of lifetimes
within the same sun
nights
as the moon
lay on my shoulder
stars – an illusion
I named every one

slowly but surely
threads to unravel –
knotted so many
the charms working free

from all
that we wondered
unchanged by the dying
are faraway traces
still living in me

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

. . .

close ~

13 Sunday Jan 2013

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of mysteries
unraveled –
hours into lives
leaving naught a sign
of where we were
rings into an aged oak
rails no longer sing –
winking now to sails
beyond the dark

evidence of faraway
sits in rust and briar –
almost gone
and who is left to tell
dusty roads
and no one else
knows the ways we came
to understand
truths another held

as pieces
of forever –
fold into the apron
stones are falling
someone let them in
doors to squeak
against the hinge
hold my hand
and sway

lunas tease the seeker
from the din

bittersweet
the ancient hymm
sang us once to death
as melody laid soft
upon the snow –
fleeting life
remembering the reasons
come again

close the night
and lets pretend
we know

softer rhyme ~

12 Saturday Jan 2013

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pages worn
our lines apart
rhyme eternal one ~
failing as the reader to resign
fingers fumble
ink becomes ~
a souvenir of will
verses bent us double
to begin

read to me
of where we wait
still in chapters bare
press into
these mysteries
of skin
vowels displaced by wonder –
breath where longing pools
margins far too wide
to keep us in

numbers resurrected
one more place to be –
were ever there
a crime of destinies
line by line
rhythm caught in places
never said –
mark the page
for keeping me –
held by love again

. . .

seventh sun ~

11 Friday Jan 2013

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come
the lights are fading –
last year’s hay is in the barn
lines are drawn
and still I grieve
the comfort
of your arms

come
while yet
the lantern glows
yellow on the fields
rest your heart
against this lowly one

I won’t ask
the reasons –
goodbye was not for long
awaited me a season –
just as strong

as we tarried
with beginning
making moments of our past
forgotten every ending
we had planned

who’s afraid
of dying
when living rides
the fence –
where stillness blows
from long ago
the same

come
the church bells ringing
as they were
for yesterday
we worried for our passions –
debts to pay

stay
but for a lifetime
lest moths consume
the flame
– or ashes
quell the silence –
to wonder why
we came

mercury
is rising
constellations
crowding now
ribbons tied by living –
weave me into you
somehow

on and on ~

10 Thursday Jan 2013

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when voice
is forgotten
might words have their say
and sit in the silence
of dreams

fastened to longing
as a string to the sky
where wishes float
back to the last
lonely night

when names
are forgotten
but fortunate few
are gifted a side
in the telling

might then I be known
as a star sailed away
or stillness where
echoes one voice

one to break ~

10 Thursday Jan 2013

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if e’er the time
of compromise
or choice
I couldn’t make
to cut into the petal
for the robin’s sake

as pardon for the mayfly
a summer more
in sleep
gathered not to locust
seven deep

tis not my way
for choosing
the perfume o’er
the fin
feathers – which to fly
and which to swoon

glories seem to find a way
when all the rest
have died
to fashion of a web
tho not of gloom

were one to break
I surely would
for grief of places gone
as Friday
mourns the Monday
all week long

as fields
denied the flower
remember her always
purple dress
and swaying with the breeze

consequence
of letting go
the universe allows
but who shall know
of choices
I am none

were e’er the time
be written
for one more breath or bud
take of me
and let the seeds
burst red with love
divine

. . .

and mandolins ~

10 Thursday Jan 2013

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build a nest
above my door
and I won’t make you move
already there
is family on the porch
feathered friends
and mandolins
breast to breast
to stone –
twilight takes
whatever
I confess

stitch a coat
from verses wrote –
letters to the trees
are lying now in wait
beneath my bed
sealed with ruby smudges
such a perfect shade
of kiss –
willed to rhyme
made silent by a sigh

. . .

almost disappeared ~

09 Wednesday Jan 2013

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restless pattern
of the rain
teardrops on the windshield
passerbys
discouraged by the veil
fleeting recognition
of a story
almost told
though none can hear
the whisper
o’er the wail

the beating
of a gentle heart
trying not to fold –
eyes to search the darkness
for a sign
someone sees
beyond the storms
remembered of her days
were wishes to the gods
for one more time

was drawn against
the falling down
tho who would notice now
the girl she was
is almost disappeared
into a cloud
of memory –
bright beyond the blue
before the sun was smitten
by her tears

. . .