all we knew was story ~

11 Monday Nov 2013

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fallen once
the maple chords
of memory beginning
would find
and wrap around us
sweet delight

tenderly
the sacred word
when all we knew
was story –
falling stars
beyond the reach
of night

. . .

even then ~

09 Saturday Nov 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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belonging, connection, destiny, fearless, forgiveness, grace, graces, growth, knowledge, life, love, old maps, passion, reason, relationship, seasons, spirit, spirituality, time, truth, understanding, value, wandering

can we ever be sure
of reasons
returned –
or how sweetly
the shape of love can
become
a place we were going
miles past the end
where the road
ran in circles
and we laughed
even then
as we stooped to pick
flowers
we planted the spring
and sat in the shade
of our once
everything

. . .

steady ~

09 Saturday Nov 2013

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connection, fearless, grace, life, love, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, restless, spirit, strength, truth, wandering, wisdom

steady these hands
as easy this part
bruise not this soul
with confusion
cradle me now
in thought unimposed
a silence awaiting
my word

meet with my pen
the sweetest intention –
as once tender lines
are faded away
passed as a feeling to
moments eternal –
reminders of living –
a dying
each day

in the slow wake
of shadows
ommission of self –
in truths written down
with our own
(yes my own)
trembling touch
steady me stranger
return as a season –
remains of divine

easy the passing
of time into grace –
pressing the notion
that nothing is saved
but a place in the center –
a voice unrelenting
steady this beating
of beats
within mine

for birth
yet becoming
the long silent word

. . .

unspent ~

07 Thursday Nov 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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of ways
that we are
seems as if
we were meant
for the flaw in our asking
– of longing unspent

so close
to the reaching
was the promise of more
than shadows permitting
this side of the door

moments
tho faded
find meaning in verse
in the same way we started
– as a dance
unrehearsed

exact
from my keeping
some measure of blame
where destines chasing
as willed –
we became

. . .

raindance ~

06 Wednesday Nov 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

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becoming, breath, connection, destiny, faith, family, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, reason, relationship, restless, spirit, spirituality, truth, understanding, wonder

A solitude emptied
of all that was wanting ~
left us to warm
as graces
to sun.

A place of forgiving
the ways
we had wandered ~
when truth come to find us
the hurting undone.

Would time e’er erase
our seeking of wonder ~
how dear
every measure
of song from the soul.

A lifetime of willing
thoughts
were for touching ~
a heart reminiscing
on stories
untold.

Happiness sits
as dew
on the pasture
bloomed into places
my waking returns ~

A dream without slumber
the flight was so tender ~

would the sin of forgetting
my memory burn.

What sunrise is blushing
beyond this remembrance ~
would cling
to the places
love
still remains.

Light steals my cup
from yesterday’s waiting ~
the breath of forever
smells sweetly
of rain.

. . .

a place I remember ~

05 Tuesday Nov 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling, verse

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connection, destiny, dreams, gravel roads, life, living, love, old maps, passion, self, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, wandering

were you always
a face in the crowd
someday – a destiny true
a voice on the wind
reminds me again
the place
(I remember)
as you

was our moment
no more than a dream
a kiss at the gate —
(letting go)
we lingered that day
as time slipped away
to truths
we were destined
to know

was our purpose
a blessing (to touch)
faded – a photograph now
of strained black and white
conceded to light –
far more than this world
would allow

was your whisper
the song I would hear —
an echo of longing
out loud
is yesterday gone
(or still holding on)
awaiting
your face –
in a crowd

. . .

angels every one ~

03 Sunday Nov 2013

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

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the best of me
comes late some days
apples
berries
blackbirds
the night hangs wet
against my windowpane

leaves are falling
hear their sighs
of spring
denying winter
would come –
and yet he does
to love again

judge me well
though who can tell
what secrets
I’ve been keeping
some would swear
to stories
never heard

but keeping here
far more than lines
more than
winds to weary
names and faces
graces
undeserved

save the light
still the might
of those who have no
sorrow
those who know
of every trust
by name

somewhere now
a gale of birds
wings beyond
the keeping –
angels every one
where I remain

. . .

heaven here ~

03 Sunday Nov 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

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allowance, becoming, blessings, faith, fearless, grace, knowledge, love, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, restless, seasons, seeing in the dark, strength, time, understanding, unremembering, wandering, wonder

of heaven here
(a paradise)
of truth
denied our say –
warmed by every
coming home –
(numbering
our days)

held aside
from all we knew –
would find (our love)
the same
as light before
the light was new
(to wonder why)
we came

shame
the locks
for breaking
before the sun we rose
with questions
not for taking back –
in living (now
we know)

. . .

big enough ~

31 Thursday Oct 2013

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

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stories now
my daddy tells
of times before the better
took us by surprise
and shut our soul
of red clay paths
and old tin lines –
mary heaven
showed us
the ways to home
was not so far
to go

no ringing
of the latest news
no clamor to achieve
candles burned
beside
the feather bed
children wrapped
in babies
held as one to one
blessings come
– wherever
prayers were said

no looking back
or leaving long
another chance –
for nothing
would shake our faith
or move the least
to fall
dirty hands
so tender –
eyes caressed the light
dreams just big
enough –
to hold us all

. . .

illusion of rain ~

30 Wednesday Oct 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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choices, connection, dreams, fearless, forgiveness, grief, hearing clearly words unspoken, knowledge, life, loss, love, memory, old maps, passion, reason, relationship, restless, spirituality, trust, truth, understanding, unremembering

darker the page
this side of my bed
where sleeping
you move me away
from places
the moon
remembers at will
– as silent the sigh
of a dream
falling in

you must have been
surely not
more than this wanting
already the hands
have gone on
touching to numbers
we knew
would replace
the last with the first
a kiss more
to save

too many
to mention
of moments sustained
in the fold of a sheet
– an illusion of rain
could be
I was grieving
this loss long ago
when turned from my seeking
– to wonder you
home

making of story
one ending the same
as you spoke
to the dark
while counting
my stars

. . .