until ~

26 Wednesday Feb 2014

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the moon awaits
the close of day
a melting of the sun
wings are lifted softly
by the breeze

forever wills
a turning back –
another way we knew
when words were graced by silence
moonlight kissed
the trees

. . .

beyond my fingertips ~

25 Tuesday Feb 2014

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry, verse

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was for joy
another lived –
beyond my fingertips
beyond the scent
of rivers
gentle hands

are fastened
by my memory –
held in place too long
with wanting
let me never
love the same

talk about
and all I know
is what of me remains
missing of my heart
the sweetest
name

nights have passed
beyond the dream
somewhere else
I live
a telling
of the moments
falling through

. . .

a faraway forgot ~

24 Monday Feb 2014

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry, Storytelling

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alzheimers, becoming, connection, faith, family, fearless, grace, gravel roads, life, living, love, memory, old maps, reason, restless, seasons, spirit, surrender, time, truth, understanding, unremembering

when all I know
the winter takes
without regard
to want
blankets pulled aside
and windows
wide

as welcome
to another life
was last
the first to go
a fond farewell
as kisses
on my brow

stories
I was meaning
to tell
before the night
was folded in
to fill
my wondering

backward
to beginning –
a baby once again
cradled
to a faraway
forgot

. . .

a wish before you’re gone ~

23 Sunday Feb 2014

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bliss, breath, connection, conscious consciousness, death, destiny, dreams, fearless, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, love, nature, old maps, passion, postmark, restless, self, spirit, understanding, wandering, wonder

silence strains
this fitful heart –
as red
the noonday blush
above the pines
where yesterday
the chill

remained
to slow the longing
snowflakes
into leaves
nights no longer
seek
my company

broken cups
and I still I raise
a favored
to the stars –
remember me
a wish
before you’re gone

counted
by the taking
for love
a moment more –
lights have filled
the places
we belong

. . .

the verse that was my name ~

22 Saturday Feb 2014

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connection, destiny, faith, family, grace, grief, knowledge, living, love, memory, old maps, reason, relationship, sing me to home, spirit, spirituality, steph, strength, truth, understanding, value

hold me now
within the safe
where once
I lay my head
listening
as whispers
sang me home

reminders
I’ve forgotten
the verse
that was my name
a memory
is all we wrote
of time

beyond the last
another breath –
a garden
once we knew
seeds are bound
to blossom
come the spring

. . .

Author’s Note: For a dear friend. May love rush into the shallows
of your sorrow.

often ~

20 Thursday Feb 2014

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how often
now
the spirit bows
in reverence to the past
blessings come
immortal into bloom
colors nearly
faded –
by presence
so divine
the garden
of forgiveness
is guarded by the moon

lily sweet
and crimson pale –
sunset of the soul
prayers to trade
– another
one more day
further than we meant to go
a light beyond
the light
dreams are freed
from sleeping –
wishing us away

. . .

comes a time ~

20 Thursday Feb 2014

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adjusting, becoming, connection, conscious consciousness, destiny, dreams, faith, family, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, grief, hope, knowledge, life, living, love, old maps, passion, reason, seeing in the dark, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, value, wisdom

When comes a time
there are no words –
no solace left to offer
tears have turned
to ashes on the lawn.

Life begins
anew to bloom –
with memory of winter
stars will shine
much brighter
come the dawn.

…

embers ~

14 Friday Feb 2014

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breath, connection, faith, family, knowledge, life, living, love, old maps, passion, reason, relationship, reminders, sacred intimacy, spirit, strength, to the bones, truth, understanding, valentine, wonder

I’ve been thinking about this for a day or two….perhaps allowing a bit more time for thoughts to make words.

Several ladies in my office were talking earlier this week about Valentine’s Day, that it is also known as Single Appreciation Day. One wasn’t familiar with the term, and the other was explaining it as a period of celebration for those without Valentines.

A few thoughts came to mind. First, I couldn’t believe they would tell me without expecting some kind of response.

Who needs a valentine to love? ❤

But beyond that – more. Do we really need a day? Really? Shouldn’t we be reminded of love, and to be loving every day? So many of our holidays are with the same purpose, to remind us of things we should know, that we should celebrate every day. Christmas, Easter, Independence Day, Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, Veterans Day… How short is our memory that we would need to be reminded, or that we would need an excuse to show love?

And more….. What proof do we need to know we’re loved? Do we need a box of chocolates to know we matter to someone? I tend to make things way to simple, but there is no one that I love that would ever pass a single night without knowing I love them. Not believing I do – knowing I do. The same with me – I know I am loved. I don’t need proof. Love does that. If we allow it, it changes everything. And I’m not talking about the ‘burn-your-house down’ passion. I’m talking about the embers that remain to warm us throughout our years – on long nights – on cold nights. Embers don’t need words to be.

I’ve seen a post or two lately on this (thank you for the reminder, Jane). Love (true love) simply is. It doesn’t need a place or a time (or a name) to be. Do we need the manifestation to convince us? Ahhh, WE are the manifestation. We are the love. Let us sit softly against the glowing embers and remember (always) that we are loved.

❤
nights
have passed
tho none the same
as once
you spoke my name
embers glow
against me
in the dark
reminders
e’er I need to know
of all I understand
silence bends
in mercy
to the flame

. . .

inside out ~

13 Thursday Feb 2014

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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I’ve worn
my inside out –
bones upon the floor
let my soul to dry
against the sun
grieved for understanding
told with lies
my truth
a purpose weaved
of patterns
come undone

when making
into story –
was more than I could say
more than I could tell
at any cost
were letting go
and letting in –
pages kept with tears
lives I’ve lived
tho ne’er a one
was lost