11 Wednesday Dec 2013
Posted in Poetry
It’s a wonderful thing to read something and immediately think two things – I know that feeling, and I sure wish I had written that.
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Thanks to Peter for sharing the words of Randall Dean Scott.
10 Tuesday Dec 2013
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becoming, bliss, breath, connection, destiny, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, postmark, reason, restless, sacred intimacy, spirit, spirituality, star crossed, truth, understanding, value, wandering, wisdom
left me here
the signs of age –
a road already worn
the ways of some
an ancient oak
retold
and I
for one
could never guess
the wisdom
you would carry
proof revealed
– some heaven
here
below
scattered ‘bout
these weary days
this plea
for something more
than e’er a page
a rhyme
could keep us fed
learned into
this passion
wherein your name
is kept
folded near
each page
upon my bed
sapphire tears
are hidden
by a questioning of light
of fear betrayed
with love
I couldn’t say
of where I’d be
when morning found
me watching
for a sign
when worlds beyond
our knowing –
fell away
. . .
10 Tuesday Dec 2013
Posted in Poetry
Tags
connection, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, life, love, memory, nature, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, sacred intimacy, seasons, spirit, strength, understanding, wandering, wonder
of knowing
this familiar come
the scent of almost gone
tracks across
the snow –
my yesterdays
are laced in mud –
souvenirs
of every dream restarted
the path to home
with hands to hold
– always
where
was I forgotten –
the feel of woolen sleeves
woodsmoke
curled
around my heart
just so
cedar fills
an ancient need –
stirring words to will
leaves are opened
letters
letting go
. . .
09 Monday Dec 2013
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becoming, connection, faith, fearless, grace, knowledge, life, love, memory, nature, old maps, passion, reason, spirit, spirituality, truth, understanding, wandering
might I fall
and make of pieces
edges dark
as carbon grey
light as green
the ocean swells
where twilight
meets
the ends of day
might I drift
afraid no further
than places
you once you held me
here
were dreams made real
– the heart held silent
caught a world
inside my tears
lay and listen
stay
one story
more I’ll write
of where and when
the black
fell deeper than remembered
– your light
I pulled across
within
. . .
07 Saturday Dec 2013
Posted in Poetry
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becoming, blessings, breath, connection, death, faith, family, grace, gratitude, gravel roads, grief, knowledge, letting go, life, love, memory, moments, no matter what, old maps, passion, reason, relationship, resurrection, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, understanding, value, what we keep, worth
worried
for the ways ahead
a pathway through the dark
where whispers
surely gather
me to home
memories
and might have beens
grace in stories
written
drawn upon my heart
by places known
lay for me
a softer place
just beyond the winter
love is come
and I
resolved to these
the way was mine
as life became
more my soul shall carry
grieving all
shall bring me
to my knees
tho surely this
for all I keep –
the worth
is worth the weighting
for just beyond
are spirits bound
by truth
reminders of forever
one more day
where spring endures
while here I kneel
– grateful for
each bruise
. . .
06 Friday Dec 2013
Posted in Poetry, Storytelling
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becoming, breath, conscious consciousness, destiny, distant near, dreams, faith, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, old maps, passion, places, reason, self, settled in, spirit, truth, understanding, unremembering, value, wandering
last night
I dreamed
(my waking one) –
a house
my ways becoming
and split three times
the porch
into the sun
the steps were broken
(all my paths
were worn)
held me there
one winter –
buried me
beneath
an ancient bough
– a stretch
of cedar wings
a longing
(not so much) apart
recalls another me
miles without a story
(coming true)
blossoms from a place
where once
I scattered
memories
. . .
04 Wednesday Dec 2013
Posted in Poetry
Tags
becoming, breath, death, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, grace, knowledge, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, reason, restless, resurrection, spirit, spirituality, truth, understanding, value, wandering, woman, wonder
wake this soul
some distant dawn
warmth before the body goes
before the last
eternity –
speak of love
that I might know
of pages
I was smitten here
heaven held between the lines
wasted come
the morning news –
to steal of days
this mortal rhyme
quiet stirs
in wordless breath –
as sweetly drawn
within
the memory
where dreamed
I loved –
awakens me again
when sworn to less
I cannot bear
the giving up to leave
a change of plans
a path disturbed
of longing
– how
I grieve
. . .
30 Saturday Nov 2013
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becoming, breath, destiny, faith, fearless, grace, knowledge, life, love, nature, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, relationship, restless, southern, spirit, spirituality, star crossed, truth, wandering, woman, wonder
of breath
where north meets
south –
melted now
my skies
into the bluest blue
the softest sigh
reminders
have been making
their way
across the lawn
dew is all but taken
by the light
who
and there
you wander
again and yet
I knew
you’d come for me
and I would bear
your truth
love
the only reason
can move our hurts
to heal
falls into the
measure
of our one –
remembered
still
. . .
28 Thursday Nov 2013
Posted in a time for telling, Poetry
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becoming, connection, faith, family, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gratitude, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, reason, relationship, sacred intimacy, seeing in the dark, spirit, spirituality, truth, understanding, value
straight
and strong
soft as summer
learning now
to open soon
trees are meshed
a skirt of flowers
angels
light beneath
the moon
grace
and graces
unbeknownst
are filling swift
my cup
names and places
time erased
the want
for all
but love
. . .
27 Wednesday Nov 2013
Posted in Poetry, Rambling, Storytelling
Tags
becoming, cherokee, connection, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, grace, life, love, nature, old maps, passion, poetry, postmark, reason, restless, self, spirit, spirituality, wandering, wisdom, wonder
bowed against
a vow unspoken
hands are holding
(now I know)
where the path
was meant
to wander
sweet and golden
sure to home
somewhere
yet
they seek
permission –
tho granted
not for one (as I)
lives are weaved
of blissful
sorrow
borrowed
threads –
each sweet goodbye
who shall
want
for this reflection
breath to wait
the fading light
souls we saved
ten thousand (mattered)
are rushed
by faith
into the night
. . .
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