31 Wednesday Jan 2024
Posted in Poetry
of living
i’ve decided
to save the best for this
my only ever once
forever time
– one kiss
ages past
were i to feel
an ache denied of blue
how is it now
i know
what these arms
were fated to
there are no words
no sordid rhymes
no wish
denied a star
time and places
someone wrote my name
was for this moment
lifetimes passed
tho i cannot recall
where time is gone –
there is no ache
at all
. . .
17 Thursday Aug 2023
Posted in Poetry
solve me now
this mystery
of where and why
you came
when years have passed
– no one speaks
my name
but out beyond
the cedars
far beyond the dark
twilight rains
and i become
your touch
something more
than everything
for something more
i prayed
would find my wanting
met –
some other day
while getting on
getting older
lest i grieve
a moment more
to learn the ways
you came for me –
to understand
how far
. . .
11 Thursday May 2023
Posted in Poetry, spirituality
27 Monday Feb 2023
steal from me
this willing heart
with nothing but your sigh –
touch i kept
one sunday afternoon
we talked about
forever –
another life forgave
held your hand
and counted back the ways
remember how it is
how it feels
to understand
some paths are come
to show us
what is real –
plagued by time
tangled in a memory
of flame
remember how it was
to lean into
an easy trust –
a breath to find redemption
in a name
. . .
29 Wednesday Jun 2022
Posted in Poetry
Tags
destiny, I don't like roses;nature, life, love, mystery, spirit, wild, wilderness, woman
she wasn’t meant
for roses
no ordinary bloom
could spare the vine
so intertwined
with wild and wanting
roots
sometimes a weed
of twisted lace
is all she desires to be
a rare bouquet
of everything –
a garden growing free
beyond the need
for crimson
ruby reds and pinks
a shade of honeysuckle
seldom bleeds
she wasn’t meant
for roses
edges so defined
a mystery –
of tangled leaf
by love
left unconfined
. . .
08 Wednesday Jun 2022
are there lines
across your heart
where once I lay me down
a memory of warmth
against your skin
I was here
just the same
to return most every night
when red is fallen
soft along the ridge
are there pieces
still to missing –
I have wondered now
again
down the roads
ten thousand miles
afraid
were I to call
would you hear me
sweeter than before –
a crush
of velvet wings
amidst the trees
. . .
26 Saturday Mar 2022
how much of you
a part of me –
sands atop
the floor
as blossoms
where the trees have
burned away
how much of verse
is nothing more
than once
you were
and I
was counted back
in syllables
emptied to a page
folded to
a memory
the lineage of truth
someone said
tho I’ll be damned
if I remember why
the road
is less
each time you leave
the sun no longer shines
to fill between
the whispers
rusted oak and flesh
how much I have
surrendered
is your breath
becoming mine
. . .
02 Wednesday Mar 2022
Tags
a walk in the woods, cedar grove, celebration of love, empty graves, life, love, my way back to you, mystery
how sweet
the edges blur –
where will has congregated
where some other me
a younger me
worries for the touch
would resurrect
a universe –
recreate a flame
where stars align
tho not yet given name
the warm embrace
of destinies
remains within my dreams
springs where blossoms
weave their way
to mine
. . .
03 Wednesday Nov 2021
Posted in Poetry, spirituality, verse
when bells
are nearly broken
tho chords
are hanging still
when the choir
folds together
with their silks
when hymns are dashed
as silence earned
banging on
our knees
sore and bruised
the busted
falling down
when truth
we swore would save us
becomes the last
we seek
as walls to spy
flame is all
we breathe
curses pulled
around us
pleas for something
more
to ease the ache
of missing –
to find
what we came for
. . .
Author’s Note: Sometimes there is no image worthy of the words. Sometimes, I fall willingly.
12 Tuesday Oct 2021
had I more
than stars for wishing
years of standing still
the memory
of falling to the sea
where I slept
within a sunrise
as ten thousand came before
swimming in your eyes
rescue me
had I will
to run or follow –
a step or two behind
beyond the pull
of destiny or sky
tempted by a promise
truth would see me home
lest I wander with
this mystery
called life
had I courage
for surrender –
death to stave again
carried up as leaves
to lay me down
had I faith
to live another life
were this my only plea
come to me
with arms
to wrap around
. . .
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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