perfume ~

14 Wednesday Aug 2013

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strange the way
forever feels
as morning warns us home –
before the night
(is wrestled) from the bed
blooms are falling
(lazy)
reminders just the same
are fit inside a suitcase
(something someone said)

presence found
in golden pools –
perfume (once you loved)
is mine to keep –
these souvenirs (of time)
brush against my longing
when passed me
in the dark
were e’er there proof
(I knew) of one
divine

stories spilled
in silence –
as messages of light
reveal the ways
as years (we fall) between
whispers
(o I love you)
remain with me
tonight –
swept beyond my sleeping
(where you) dream

. . .

almost never was ~

14 Wednesday Aug 2013

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for every now
another passed
as rain into the wind
as whispers
no one noticed how they rang
forgotten now
the essence –
of almost never was
how close we were
before the morning came

for every sorrow
suffered –
the joy of once to touch
as breath to grieve
the keeping of her days
names and places
read aloud
how clear the songs we are –
moments worn
by memory
into grace

. . .

tracing stars ~

13 Tuesday Aug 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

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shadows slide
beneath the crest –
echoes into song
the wake becomes our dreaming
to defend
laurel blooms
a sacred curse –
of choices made too few
a promise grew
to will us back again

questioning
these turns of fate
to touch on places tender
would mark as gifts
where skin is burned away
tracing stars
from one and back
ancient silver ladle
pours the light of living
empty into day

without regard
the midnight strains
against the gates
of morning
as red and purple sashes
counter blame
surrendered of another time
we stood beyond
the firelight
and made believe
wings were filled with flame

. . .

feel for something ~

13 Tuesday Aug 2013

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smaller I
the future staying –
a girl was run
into the night
and saved beneath
the moon returning –
to breathe of life
into my words

brushed to vine
the truth in loving –
as tears gone dry
where sorrow rolled
a river toward the end
of nothing
dare I take
my heart – my own

to know of these
to feel for something
more than I
the light became

. . .

sometimes (another me) ~

12 Monday Aug 2013

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in the warmth
of stained glass raisin
in the sweet hello
of spring –
I know you there
(sometimes I wear
your ring)

in the silky smooth
forgiveness –
eyes are closed
and arms held wide
there’s a place (I go)
beyond the reach
of time

in a golden glow
the universe
remembers me by name
dreams (to fit beneath
my skin) –
are learned of love
the same

. . .

permissions ~

12 Monday Aug 2013

Posted by tornadoday in folklore, Poetry, Storytelling

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between the cracks
where summer sweats
remembrance of the winter
as pink
our favored mittens –
(yesterday)
were granted us permission
to take of all we have
caught us up
in moments
– breath is stealed
away

were sorrows
not so many
tho bliss is kept apart
pressed into the creases
a destiny betrayed
honey bees are floating
out beyond the storm
love is come –
forgiven what we never could
repay

. . .

graces ~

11 Sunday Aug 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

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skylight confession
to somebody’s baby
and times
we held long
the edges of dark
neath the pull of november
graces come clean
and settled as words
on our heart

willing reflection
on promise unreal
an ending beginning
to keep us
as one
fell to the altar
of all we would will –
merged into soul
not our own

. . .

spent ~

09 Friday Aug 2013

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beneath this fragile
knowing –
splinters pressed into
the place of solace come
and who will know
of thought I never
spent to verse
words left out to dry
where time is gone
you must have seen me
fly

above the trees
between the clouds
beyond the reach of song
how many lives
awaited
for us here
I can’t be sure
I told you once
some things I can’t forget
– the color of your eyes
between my tears

tell me now
as you must know –
of moments
we have passed
when promised us a life
beyond these years
carry my
beleaguered soul
into the place of hands
hold my name
within the heart
you own

. . .

rescued ~

09 Friday Aug 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

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becoming, breath, dreams, fearless, grace, knowledge, life, love, passion, reason, restless, silence, sleep, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, voice of the soul, wonder

in the glow
of silver shadows
wings are barely seen

rescued by illusion
of the night

held us close
to promises
dare we know the truth
never meant for word
never heard
a leaving
leave

dreams
are gone to waking us
before our will
is done
secrets tempt
the pillow
with goodnight

. . .

almost always ~

08 Thursday Aug 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

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of wisdom
I’m unworthy –
were purpose writ for me
to walk these planks
so warm
beneath my toes
as winds to whisper softly
a curse of crooked boards
– to worlds
beyond my seeking
now I go

as breath
to almost always –
fingers worked around
– foundation to the temple
of my hands
stars are cast into the morn
where once forever stood –
light is come
my ways
to understand

forgotten to the map
begun –
one Sunday in the rain
swept her muddy secrets
from my soul
watched a blue horizon
melt into the deep
– I listened
as the tides
of heaven told