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beholding to the sun ~

15 Tuesday May 2012

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evening comes so quickly
anymore my body aches –
remembers back
another time
I danced

never knew to this –
a nested dove
crooning through the night –
with promise of one more
that I might rise

returning as another child –
asking not for more
than ages fell
as leaves to kiss the ground –
are memories made less by life –
a name I never wore
secrets blown to places
you can’t see

pieces of a puzzle
once I wondered how they fit
why I came
and where you are today

when longing counts
as seasons lost –
without one more goodbye
shadows sprawl beneath
my favored oak –

dew to roust the daisies
from their slumber –
moments there
they’ve tried to leave
but as I am
they are –

slow to rise
beholding to the sun

life in-between ~

14 Monday May 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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He said.

Let me ask you something,
If you don’t mind.
Lay my head on your shoulder
Wrap myself in your storm,
Where it’s safe
Where it’s warm.
Let me tell you something.
I promise it’s something real.
Let me tell you something,
Something about my self.
Something I’ve never told a soul
Not even myself
Out of fear
Out of the knowledge I wouldn’t be understood,
Known
Confirming my solitude
Confirming I’m alone.

I’m a middle aged, middle child
Born to middle class means,
In the middle of a country
That values extremes.
I don’t know what that means
If anything
In the greater scheme
If anything,
But I do know
I do believe
I’m happiest in my middle life,
That world I find between.
Between the absurdity of the waking world
And the lucid world of dreams
Where anything is possible
And nothing is what it seems.
There lies the creative world
Combining the two.
There I find that amazing world
That led me straight to you.

She said.

I’m from another place
just south and to the east
most all my days
spent barefoot
‘cept those
spent on my knees
‘cept those I walked
in the darkness
searching for a light
would burn
with me
the brighter
of suns within the night
written word
and followed maps
we made of yesterday
across the plains
o’er other sands
would lead me back
this way
from middle
to the north
south of everything
your road
a gravel lane
you chiseled every rock
were steps (to where I’m going)
a path to bring me home

He said.

So here we are.
A fortuitous interlude
Where life fades away
Concerns and fear allay
Dreams and visions hold sway.
An oasis
In the midst of this convoluted jungle.
Temperate winds
Beneath a sky so blue.
But it’s not like us to savor the moment
It’s not like us to let time slip by
Unexamined, unquestioned.
So we search the drifting clouds
For purpose,
For meaning.
But it’s up to us to provide that meaning,
Wouldn’t you agree?
Meaning is the gift we give
Purpose the reason we survive, we live?

She said.

There’s so much more
than this,
a life to spend in search of bliss
as sighs held captive to a kiss…
begin to give us answer.
There’s wings
with light their only truth,
days behind we hid the proof,
gave the best to wasted youth,
knew we’d come to nothing.
Let’s just pretend
for a moment now
we’re in this place
as fate allowed,
will find our way to truth
(somehow),
much stronger for the journey.

She said, it’s no more
than a day
just close your eyes
and know the way
is open where we left before
the same we came
to follow…

close your eyes
reach out your hand
there’s much
that I don’t understand
but I’ll show you what I do
and then…
when we have passed
into the light
we’ll remember this
(redeeming night)
when truth bespoke
of wisdom’s plight
was here we lingered
out of sight
an oasis
for the moment

He said.

You make me laugh
At myself
At the simplicity of it all.
Why did I make it so complicated?
When it was as plain and true and beautiful
As you
And this moment.
This moment.

So long I’ve wandered
So long I’ve searched
Desperate to find reason
To conquer why
To slay doubt
And all the while
It was here
In your arms.

The only truth
The only meaning,
The only reason,
To love and be loved.
No matter how briefly.
How deeply.

How lovely.

She said.

was not for you decided
I never asked
(how could I ask)
when was always mine
to give (to hold)
however brief
(eternity shall pass
and start all over)
was not for you decided
I never asked
(why would I ask).

answers I’ve forgotten ~

14 Monday May 2012

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becoming, destiny, dreams, faith, grace, gravel roads, love, nature, old maps, spirit, strength, truth, wandering, wisdom, woman, wonder

 

Whenever this –
a time for asking
the wonder comes again
as dreams are cast
in seeking truth
I know –

for what was meant
returning now
the reason I must stay
to clear the path
I walked along
as me –
another day

beside
this last tomorrow
forgiveness almost won
no more than life
a choice to love again –
for answers
I’ve forgotten –
questions mark my way
a glance behind
for where I passed
I know –
but I can’t say

candlesigh ~

11 Friday May 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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days til then
and thought we’d made it
when fate caught us asleep
pitching tents
and chasing wings (of flame)
never thought to think
I’d trade forever –
just to hold your hand
in the light before the nightbird gave
a story worth the telling
babies came –
and winter wore our names

while there the golden
wheat we gathered
burned the forest down
I wonder –
now I wander back
and there’s nothing here
but home

mason jars
and homemade whiskey
pewter dim and silver barns
rust beneath the want for something
straw the pale of evening sun
Kentucky blue
begun – to close my eyes
succumb to wishes
give them all another chance (to fly)
let me love
in fields of clover –
let me die in fields of flight

give to verse
this dreamer (dreaming)
poem writ of moving on
seas returned – the lowly sailor –
backward here into the dawn

was set adrift
on oars of maple
pinned aloft the noble bride
set a course for warmer waters
but kept a place (for me) aside
written here – a tattooed letter
button birds and woodsong shame
lacey lace
in cardboard boxes
sheets to never fit the same

proof of heaven
a moment glistens –
forever waits the night (I hold)
touch the locket
and claim the promise –
cools the skin
that hides the soul

gonna ~

10 Thursday May 2012

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gonna leave this place
in pieces –
like some other dream
(I dreamed)
gonna turn around –
tho who will notice me
gonna shake it off
(and not look back)
on where I was that day
gonna drive all night
to nowhere (I can say) –
til the road turns dirt
and empties (every care) onto the breeze
gonna change my name
and pen another verse
gonna leave a sign –
that only you
can see

wherever ~

07 Monday May 2012

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what will be left
when my wondering stops
might I turn from the light
(you were gone)
what will be left
of pieces to memory
change come unchanging
my longing to own

when nothing could keep
an answer so sweet
didn’t know
it would will me away
succumbed to the shadows
dark – unremembered
how it was then
for a moment (always)

pretending a time
lives before living
touch before touching
however to know
was madness the reason
we rushed from the darkness
to follow this light
(wherever it goes)

lulled by the sound
eternity pleading
come with me ~ stay with me
 live in my soul
– who I am now
there can be no illusion
fall as I might –
(once more)
let me hold

to the place we were going –
for a moment so sure
of the map we had found
in a chasm of sleep
penned to an evergreen
told to a river –
placed in a bottle
and sailed out to sea

written in blood
conceived by a promise
words uttered softly –
their echoes to fall
down through the places
I’ve searched (in becoming)
a moment eternal
this path to recall

unremembering ~

03 Thursday May 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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connection, conversation, destiny, grace, life, living, love, old maps, passion, reason, relationship, restless, spirit, strength, wandering, wisdom, writing

was said
there’ll be another time
I wonder if that’s true
when I will find you waiting here
when I shall come to you
when I will read
and you will write
our words will spill the same
how many lives may pass as none
to wonder why we came
you feel it now
I know it’s real – this longing in my soul
was made for words and words will come
how is that you know
I read it once – you taught me well
how could that ever be
another time – another bed –
a place of destiny
there are words
and there are words
that’s how I’m bound to you
as breath to breath
as earth to sun
I know this much is true
I’ll find you when
we touch
we love
we dream
I love that smile
it’s been a while
through times of disbelief
you knew me then
and now again –
the smell of burning leaves
would rivers know
the way to home –
will bring you back to me

purple roads ~

24 Tuesday Apr 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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bliss, connection, destiny, dreams, fearless, gravel roads, life, living, love, memory, old maps, reason, restless, spirit, travel, truth, wandering, wisdom

you choose the road
I’m driving
sit there for a while
and close your eyes
o honey
wait until we get there
long before the sun comes up
still warm enough
through the night
I’ll watch the headlights
casting lacey spells
upon your sleeping face
hid in shadows (I believe)
was wonder made

forget the map
it never made for sense
whenever choice was come
direction always seems to know
the universe deciding
(purple roads)
turn around or stop
to watch us spinning
long deserted strands
white lines fading
into no one knows
(which way to where we’re going)
forever held within
as far as we can reach
before the dream
wakes up

it’ll be your turn
to drive

happenstance ~

16 Monday Apr 2012

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becoming, destiny, grace, life, living, love, memory, old maps, reason, spirit, truth, wisdom

what yesterday
decided
of tomorrows
we shall know
had the winter ended sooner
would they have had a son
a moment later
years ahead
and every now is changed
nights
when fate was meant to come
another knew instead
with eyes
were not the same
and for me watching
called to me another name
I never had
but for a star
that made its way
past mercury and mars
was past the call to war
the angels came
speaking of a place
not yet
imagined
a world was dreamed
and waiting us
as sands defying sands
given more to
happenstance
than we could ever know
to find in this
arriving
back to us
we wandered home

writing in the dark ~

15 Sunday Apr 2012

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destiny, faith, grace, life, love, nature, old maps, reason, restless, self, spirit, truth, winter, woman, writing

Paint and canvas
here to paint me
red against your blackest night.
Fair to feathers
floating upward –
words into your silence soar.
Breath to warm
each chill surrendered –
hope tied up in ribbon.
always sits in boxes
tissue paper hearts.

I keep forgetting
why it is –
I keep you in the dark
when every time we talk
you make me smile.
Warm as Sunday biscuits
a schoolgirl once all over –
yesterday don’t matter
where we are.

Just the thought of you
returning –
year old maps to show the way.
Roads may get me nowhere –
I won’t miss.

Stay the night
and tell me something –
where you were
and why you came –
where the rivers take you
when you go.

Mountains fall
to reasons left between –
here I am
and you a part
of places I am better.
Line by line –
writing in the dark.

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