lines are drawn
the sky burned dark
and all we knew
forgotten
hands to mourn
the warmth of one
as summer
came to mine
will distance grow
around me now
reminders
of a moment –
carved into
the memory
of time
. . .
25 Thursday Feb 2021
Posted Poetry, spirituality
in20 Saturday Feb 2021
Posted Poetry, spirituality, verse
inwould that I remember
today might be the day –
the end would come
with so much left
to say
a turning key
to lock us out –
a place beyond the night
where words are caught
in webs
like butterflies
would that I remember
what is promised
and what is true –
I’d have found the words
for telling my heart
to you
. . .
17 Thursday Dec 2020
Posted home, Poetry, spirituality, verse
intil I am faded
into pitch –
the memory of touch
almost erased
with no one to remember
why it was
or what it meant
how deep the soul’s
surrender
to something deeper still
written to the places
love has been
I’ve made my peace
had my say
with verses
o’er the years –
tempted fate more times
than were confessed
borrowed
from the ledger
of tomorrows left to spare
gave my love at times
for something less
a name
almost forsaken
awakes from tired dreams
to warm against
the heart –
with all that matters
a silent recollection
of days
beyond our count
and nights
we waited long
the morning after
. . .
30 Friday Oct 2020
27 Tuesday Oct 2020
Posted Poetry, spirituality, verse
inI remember well
the girl you loved –
a whisper barely spoke
walked a wooded path
from heart to home
waiting for an echo
the name
you gave to breath –
was all the same
all I’ve come
to know
that girl
she carried heaven
pretending she was wise –
known for trapping wishes
in a jar
looping letters
one on top –
a name converged with yours
how many times
we married
one night
beneath the stars
. . .
12 Monday Oct 2020
Posted a time for telling, Poetry, spirituality, verse
inbeyond the first
of lifetimes spent –
spread beneath the cedars
a scratch defies the hour
we were born
for what becomes
of moments held above
the worth of others –
a touch
to free the night
we waited on
hold my name
upon your tongue –
as memory of taste
tie it to a story
none can tell
as well as you –
tho time has eased
into another morning –
where once were words
twas there
I loved you well
. . .
29 Tuesday Sep 2020
Posted Poetry, Rambling, spirituality
inTags
echoes beneath my skin, home, life, love, moments, remember me, sometimes, soul speak, story, time, touch, trust, truth, woman
I break
when least expected –
and rise against my will
sometimes I race
sometimes I’m standing still
I’ve known the hurt
of heartbreak
the salty sting of tears
how long the morning after
when after all these years
I still recall
without regret –
most every goodbye kiss
the whisper of remember me
to moments such as this
hearts entreating
music stirring just beneath
my skin
as melodies we played
are played again
. . .
15 Tuesday Sep 2020
Posted home, Poetry, spirituality, verse
inTags
come around some sunday, kiss, life, love, memory, moments, shared habits, spirit, stars, tell me, time, truth
make sense of me
when I cannot –
read my story o’er
throw me in the fountain
– make a wish with me
for more
then tell them how
tell them everything
you dared believe once true
of how it was I sought
and where I found you
of lifetimes passed
and moments spread
to breach the will of time
whispers made to blankets
as you were made to mine
shared a breath
became a secret –
of lives before this one is spent
longing forgave the kiss
became
a holy sacrament
. . .
02 Wednesday Sep 2020
Posted Poetry, spirituality, verse
inTags
breath, comfort, counted days, love, memory, moments, sometimes, soul, spirit, story, surrender, time, truth, why we came
mercy finds us
sorely tempted –
at the end of letting go
clinging
as the final light
to fade
tis then
within our darkness
we remember why we came
and what is left
of every moment
made
regardless
our surrender –
or the lack of one to give
days are counted
back to us
the same
as keepers
sworn to memory
gifted us this way
as lifetimes
recollected
by name
. . .
31 Monday Aug 2020
Posted Poetry, spirituality, verse
inis this the day
I might have traded
for another life somewhere
cotton sheets
and sunday morning –
with nothing much
to spare
melodies
you played to me
are stretched along the line
as the scent
of summer storms
swirls beneath
the pines
a crooked board
a broken cup –
rings I’ve traced before
moments I was wanting
for another –
so much more
whispers bind
my life of pieces –
and everything is new
hands are fit together
as I’m falling
into you
. . .
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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