just so ~

10 Tuesday Dec 2013

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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

. . .

afraid no further ~

09 Monday Dec 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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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

. . .

witness ~

08 Sunday Dec 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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bliss, breath, connection, fearless, forgiveness, frosty morning, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, moments, nature, passion, poetry, sacred intimacy, southern, spirit, truth, understanding, wonder

warmth
is gathered
by my door –
tho white
the morning lawn
love is seeking arms
and I respond

as witness to
an ancient truth
fingerprints of grace
lace is strung
from pines –
but not for long

before the sun
discovers us
remembers me again
a child at once
recalled
to love I am

silent
as the first to fall
effortless to mourn
swirling feathers
softly
melting
down

. . .

where spring endures ~

07 Saturday Dec 2013

Posted by tornadoday 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

. . .

a way becoming ~

06 Friday Dec 2013

Posted by tornadoday 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

. . .

before the last eternity ~

04 Wednesday Dec 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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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

. . .

between ~

30 Saturday Nov 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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bliss, breath, connection, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, memory, moments, passion, poetry, relationship, sometimes, spirit, star crossed, truth, understanding, wandering, wonder

of choices
I’ve no memory
of when
and where you’ve gone
the roads
between
or how I’ll carry
on

the way
of mine –
the blossoms sore
but for the times
confessed
when woke for you
another sunday
best

let me feel
let me stay
curve into my places
surrender not
a moment
of regret

of stars
beyond the reach
of where
forever let us
lead –
a silence
just as sweet
I’ll not forget

. . .

all but taken ~

30 Saturday Nov 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

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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

. . .

opened wide ~

29 Friday Nov 2013

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry

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becoming, blessings in sorrow, bliss, connection, death, dreams, faith, family, fearless, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, life, living, love, memory, passion, reason, relationship, spirit, spirituality, truth, understanding, wisdom

of sorrows
I have many
yet my heart is cleaved
again –
opened wide
to let the others in
starting
as all over
once and more
for every time –
here we end
here the new begins

trading scars
for ancient stars –
constellations
born
to trace the lines
around and deep my heart
take of this
they all
would say –
take and leave me sore
fill me up
with living –
let us start

in stories
yet unwritten –
might I tell of love
the same
when given up my
treasure –
every name
would you know
me then
by something more
than tears to never fall
a candle burned
for sorrow –
for us all

rhyme
and there you wonder
where it went
and what it means
when words are caught
and I can’t say
a thing
but trust the beat
of measure
come in every
word I write –
to fill the darkness
sweeter now
with light

Author’s Note: Inspired in part by the post of a friend.
Thank you, Blue.
http://makebelieveboutique.com/2013/11/28/7707/

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