white orchids ~

19 Tuesday Mar 2013

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faded white
the promises
I swore to never lose –
though sometimes
I can’t move
within my skin
backward through the
coming back –
onward to the place
where standing now
is standing still
in time

april seems
a world away –
and yet another morning
is pushed against the feelings
I’ve almost
but not forgotten
and eyes
to scan the edges
of a world so few have known
orchids bloom
in shadows
where the darkness
goes to dream

. . .

captive ~

18 Monday Mar 2013

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sew me here
as silence
willing captive
to your sighs
bring into your breath
my willing flight

storied resurrection
of a long ago
reprieve
given words
where none
the heart shall leave

curs’ed moon
for chances took
prophecies foretold
secrets falling
– quiet
to the cold

press me
as forever
to the places
you begin
burst me as a bloom
beneath your skin

. . .

survivors ~

11 Monday Mar 2013

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frosted
white of winter leaves
silence in the kitchen
where cluttered there with dishes
on the floor

survivors
of an evening past
how slow our recognition
of places held
before
the coffee spilt

splattered
to the ashes –
crystal cigarettes
are careful in their telling
of our lies

maybe
when the sun is poured
new across the vinyl –
we’ll wander here
to pick the pieces up

forgotten how it hurt
curses now gone colder –
tears have dried
beneath
the habit’s stain

. . .

verses of cinder ~

03 Sunday Mar 2013

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2010

how many seasons
circles confessed
where once we did share
a dance neath
the clouds
swimming and swaying
was something like praying –
and wondered I then
would you remember
my touch

blossoming flower
with will
to surrender
lying the night
in the shade of the moon
wrapped in each other
as secrets so tender
words meant for wasting
pulled dreams
into life

write on my soul
verses of cinder
– to hold
as once I did you –
rocked in your cradles
died in your arms
and whittled my name –
to your hands
kissed were the roads
of miles
passed between

the first of forever
I knew

. . .

measure ~

01 Friday Mar 2013

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were only these days –
the weight of our life
a moment
surrendered
to stone
dying denied
the sweetest caress
are names – nothing more
than a measure
of bone

as years
left behind –
find their way
to another
a breeze through the window
where perfume remains
of a place
we were gifted
by love to let go
shall lie in the fullness
of hearts (can we know)

how many
how precious
the blossoming seed
will thrive
in the shade
where talk is allowed –
as our story retold
with the slightest
regret

is essence recalled
by the soul
living yet

. . .

golden ~

28 Thursday Feb 2013

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what names
have you known me
what body to hold
was the last (time –
your first) to remember
a sweet disregarding
of longing console
endeared
by the search
as a turning of leaves
scarlet to golden
(November)

seeded (to thought)
a beginning unknown
as promises made
without (more)
blessing to bother
or fates to endure
would life become
(missing)
the rest
drawn as the stars
into falling (again)
whispering vapor to flame

what names
have you known me
what body to hold
was the last (time –
your first) to remember

. . .

against forever ~

27 Wednesday Feb 2013

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how many times
the questions pressed
for where and why we came
– something more
than fleeting happenstance
some sacred sign
was more divine
than e’er for understanding
lips to hear –
speak my name
sometimes

of moments
I’ve protected
as light within this light –
don’t know for much
the way tomorrow goes
– but have I love
and nothing else
shall garner me the more –
when held against
forever
by a smile

names forgot to praying
times I fall apart –
tears have been
forgiven long ago
the breath I am
tis more than just for longing
into life –
was for
the briefest answer
– eternity I knew

. . .

tethered ~

26 Tuesday Feb 2013

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heaven pulls the
mountain –
from his fragile wedding bed
anchored by the river
to her song –
breezes haunt the tired soul
dragonflies to hover
stilled in place
remembering
our soul

one more verse
will cover me –
one more birth to fall
as waters move
around me in the cold
quietly – a soft amen
rustles from the trees
brittle leaves
dance atop
the foam

let indeed
the shadows shine
with mystery uncertain
swirls beyond
this wake of circumstance
magic lies
in wilderness –
bound by fragile thorns
journey on
and I shall find you
there

. . .