flannel ~

07 Tuesday May 2013

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soft as a flannel
of redbud and sage
innocence found
by the coming of age
by the breath of blackberries
burst on the vine
and stained by the memory
– a passing of time
into seasons forsaken
by change
unforeseen
as a blanket of winters
traded for green

. . .

rolling smoke ~

06 Monday May 2013

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buffalo, cherokee, connection, destiny, fearless, forgiveness, grace, life, living, love, native american indian, nature, passion, reason, self, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, value

. . .

on distant plains
a steady thunder –
black the haze
of rolling smoke
pounding verse
of wind and longing
wisdom from the past
rewrote

as solitude
the lone intruder –
witness come
with feathers bright
loving heart
of fear and honor –
casting spells
by firelight

. . .

flush ~

06 Monday May 2013

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becoming, destiny, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, life, living, love, nature, old maps, passion, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, understanding, wisdom, wonder

sweet the flush
of destinies
whene’er the world grows calm
as there beneath
each tender tree –
eternities are known
tho burdened not
by stories left –
forsaken by the truth

would still the heart
from beating –
here alone

frail the myth
of magical –
sacred paths revealed
with worry not for sorrows
washed away –
breezes blow
across into
the proof of love’s refrain
faith has come
another dream
to save

. . .

to wonder ~

05 Sunday May 2013

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becoming, bliss, dreams, fearless, grace, knowledge, life, living, love, nature, passion, reason, restless, soul signature, spirit, spirituality, travel, truth, understanding, wandering

how am I to wonder
and still
the morning comes
fresh as tears
to grace the baby green
petals begged to open
sleepy eyes awake
eager now to hear
the story told

of distant fields
and gardens fair –
winded wills and worry –
forests drawn in aprons
of a song
played within the stillness
of one more time
I’ve gone
far beyond the touch
that is the dawn

how is now
I’ve traveled
beyond the reach of dreams –
beyond the safe abode
of tethered night
walked with stars
and tripped my way
into another light –
brushed aside the veil
to free my soul

. . .

so as I ~

03 Friday May 2013

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becoming, connection, destiny, fearless, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, living, love, memory, nature, passion, poetry, reason, spirit, spirituality, truth, understanding, wandering, wonder

as oceans
so as I –
assail on summer leaf
hindered not to journey
by the breeze
balanced top a tidal wave
soft vanilla soul –
pressed to flight
wherever
I am bound

as tenderness
prevailed –
to charm the ancient elm
mesmerized by falling
let me fall
eager as the morning wren
lacking not the urge
as comfort come
in yearning
for the sky

dreaming now
remembered
as a place
my longing knows –
petals flutter down
in sweet parade
floating unencumbered
as essence
into light –
gathered now desire
to reach the sea

. . .

between ~

30 Tuesday Apr 2013

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becoming, bliss, connection, conscious consciousness, faith, fearless, grace, knowledge, life, living, love, nature, passion, spirit, strength, truth, wandering

millenniums of growing
that I might
hold the seed –
became of seventeen
and twenty-five
became of growing wiser
one lesson
at a time –
would fall between
the fleeting dreams
keeping me
alive

a broken gate
a rusted lock –
and leaves are piling up
lofts are almost empty
yet I cling
onto the vast unknowing
falling through
the sky –
flickers tell of spirit
questioning

the ways before
revealing this –
a pathway through the light
roads are gone
but still the heart defends
a muted celebration –
souls unfolded now
breathless as a bloom
to wake again

. . .