08 Wednesday Nov 2017
Posted in Poetry
when from these tired
bones is wrought
the last of misery
when all I know
is how I loved –
while breath
was gifted me
when from this place
stories are blown
to fill an eastern sky
will then my name
be spoke aloud
by strangers
passing by
when from my silence
words are cleft –
as secrets from a kiss
as ever –
still shall love remain
to fill each
emptiness
. . .
08 Wednesday Nov 2017
Posted in Poetry
Tags
beginnings, birth, dreams, life, love, river, roads that lead to heaven, soul, trust, understanding
it hardly seems
a moment passed
before the coming home
to understand
beginnings
have no end
love remains
uncertain
as the day it sparked
to flame
yet tender
as a promise
without name
. . .
07 Tuesday Nov 2017
you were the master
of all you could see
and I was a whisper
born of the breeze
you were the storm
that rocked me to sleep
I was the sound
of the trees
you were breath
beginning again –
the long sweet call
of the soul
I was a drink
of rivers to come
from mountain tops
did I roll
to find you
an always ~
destined they said
but I dared believe
you were more
than a place I’d discovered
remembered me new
you were forever
and I was before
. . .
06 Monday Nov 2017
when the seas
have lost their way
to the shore
as starlight denied
by the moon
will then my surrender
be at last understood
by death come
a moment too easy
too soon
verses
and sentiment
fragmented word ~
memory suffered
by chance into rhyme
forever is written
as moments between
~ a story unfolding
of purpose
divine
lifetimes allowing ~
for silent release
of wondering back
unto all I hold true
beyond what was given
~ by fated intent
to a place I’d forgotten
to leave you
. . .
01 Wednesday Nov 2017
what power
love
o’er everything ~
intention of the soul
remembers now
eternity ~
a place beyond
our own
truth denied
the breaking down
grace
of giving more
where love was offered
we remain ~
though different
than before
when from the shadows
we emerged
whole
into the light
were destiny a season
come ~
made sweeter
by the night
. . .
31 Tuesday Oct 2017
Posted in Poetry
Tags
earth, heaven, home, just beyond the firelight, life, love, nature, reminders, sacred intimacy, seeing in the dark, sometimes, still, the divine in all of us, time, truth
in a little while
time will die
and all that was
remembered still
as the sweetest song
on a perfect night
when time remained
to steal us
in a little while
breath will come
as a mighty wind
upon the plains
that was the earth
that is our bones
~ into a life
of keeping
in a little while
love will wake
beyond this dream of living
and time will want
for another way
to hear our song
the same
in a little while
silence will fall
to clear the heart
of whispers
where names and places
rest unclaimed
~ as heaven
above the cedars
. . .
Image: Dreams above the Hiwassee River, Spring 1982
30 Monday Oct 2017
Posted in Poetry, Storytelling
Tags
another me, beginning, birth, death, home, life, love, mystery, seasons, story, time, truth, unremembering
I was a story
born of will and ink
before I knew
to know you well
for all I was ~
another choice
with one more truth
to tell
another me
some other time
tho lifetimes lay between
the start
and this beginning
was nothing
as it seemed
of birth and breath
goodbye and then
to meet again somewhere
beyond the grace
of giving ~
another dream to share
where weaving
I have noticed
lines to write anew
seasons come from waiting
watching –
a moment
passing thru
. . .
20 Friday Oct 2017
Posted in Poetry
Tags
a place of honor, life, light, love, magic, still, truth, understanding
where now
this place
of wandering
paths already worn
where clouds
are falling –
stardust paints the ground
leaves
ten thousand colors
swirling white against the sun
dancing fire –
reflection of
the soul
fingerprints
are scattered here
evidence of truth –
where memories of dawn
return to dream
. . .
Photo: Morning in Beech Grove, one day in October 2017.
19 Thursday Oct 2017
Posted in Poetry
for truth
I’ve born
the lovers plea ~
and wrapped
my words in tears
let loose
a veil of verses
to fill each brief
refrain
what past
we’re want
to wander –
lest memory concede
a place within
the heart
of truth –
a place where love
remains
. . .
18 Wednesday Oct 2017
Posted in Poetry, Rambling, Storytelling
Tags
another time, beginning, knowing, life, love, relationship, remembering, seasons, seeing in the dark, travel, truth, wandering
he spoke
of distant mornings
(a light she strained to see)
she wrote
of lowly purpose
filled with love
(and mystery)
he listened
as she listened
they talked
(and talked some more)
of the road
they passed together
another way
(sometime) before
he spoke
of ancient winters
(a field where brothers fell)
she spoke
in careful whispers
of a loss
she grieved (as well)
he cried
and she was tender
(in the catching of each tear)
she reached
to find him (waiting)
(with want
to have her) near
he stayed
(beyond the leaving)
lest she ever think
him gone
as she woke
beyond the darkness
a star
(for wishing on)
. . .
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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