so ~

02 Sunday Nov 2014

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bliss, breath, connection, destiny, dreams, fearless, grace, gravel roads, love, old maps, passion, poetry, relationship, sacred intimacy, spirit, strength, surrender, truth, understanding, unremembered, wonder

all
and for only
an eternity this
held to the warmth
of my heart
a poem to feel
as surrender
it seems
was somewhere intended
in living to go
what will
have I garnered
shall I witness anew
held to the flame
you are setting
me so

. . .

wander ~

01 Saturday Nov 2014

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

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becoming, bliss, cherokee, conscious consciousness, destiny, faith, fearless, grace, knowledge, life, love, morning, old maps, passion, poetry, rambling, reason, restless, seeing in the dark, spirit, truth, wandering

how fragile
this knowing
of all I have searched
in shadows
(beyond where shadows are kept)
and dared flying closer
(lord knows I tried)
to leave without leaving
the essence of none

as touch
(still allowing)
of heaven’s
release
a soft sweet
surrender
as one with the breeze
moves on the light
(is a song)
thru the trees –
willing to wonder
of all I endear
a moment
and I am returned
(unforsaken)
as love in becoming –
flight
without fear

of another beginning
a fortune untold
asleep with my hands
(at work) in my
soul

. . .

rainbows ~

31 Friday Oct 2014

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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morning
and I hear
soul in the rain
dancing the two step
on tin

shimmering light
as rainbows
I colored
of faraway places
retracing
again

soft recollection
of kiss
and caress
storms in the forest
– dreams
we begin

branches
are touching
where music still plays
a murmur
of longing
let loose
to the wind

. . .

this way ~

30 Thursday Oct 2014

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becoming, destiny, dreams, fearless, grace, gravel roads, kentucky, life, love, old maps, passion, reason, relationship, restless, sacred intimacy, spirit, truth, understanding, wandering

woodsmoke
and somewhere
cedar is burning
a waiting reminded
of all I have known
of paths
through the waking
of wilderness wandered
I still feel
the briars
kissing my bones

at the scent
of blackberries
warm woolen socks
a bed turned
to facing
the love of the sun

patches
laid bare
within this returning
stitched into pattern
my favorite
one

I remember the chill
your breath
was just catching
and I was a moment
held you
this way

. . .

left on the morning ~

30 Thursday Oct 2014

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry

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becoming, bliss, connection, destiny, faith, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, life, love, nature, old maps, passion, postmark, reason, southern, spirit, truth, understanding, wandering, wisdom

destiny sleeps
in sheets of november
a provision
of summers long passed
bested in shades –
a blush yet becoming
the same as was once
you saw me
this way

kissed by the shadows
and left
on the morning
wanting for nothing
but another first time
returning as blossom
unremembered
to falling

as thistle to reason –
longing divine

let me to find you
when snow
bends the cedars
as wintertime warmed
to a place
by my name
take of my always
one more hereafter
sleep where I’m dreaming
with memories
of may

. . .

blanket of secrets ~

28 Tuesday Oct 2014

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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recalled as dew
– the comfort
of morn
as light unto shadows
I once I held you near
and pulled to the corners
the essence
of night
a blanket of secrets
tell me again
why the moon rises
to watch from afar –
and where go the wishes
when falling
for me

. . .

close ~

25 Saturday Oct 2014

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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conscious consciousness, fearless, knowledge, life, love, old maps, passion, reason, truth, understanding, wandering

close
as another
a silent goodbye
is lost to the whispers
I once held you near
fading the feelings
surrendered to word
laces and graces
willing me home

a trail
where the river
turns toward the sea
a wish
never meant
for a star

times I was certain
nights I was here
led by a dream
forever
somehow
was written in letters
folded by years
ink stained
these fingers
where voice

is recalled
a hush of remember
as quiet resounds
to sit in the still
unwilling
to go

. . .

loosened ~

23 Thursday Oct 2014

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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allowing, becoming, bliss, conscious consciousness, desire, fearless, forgiveness, grace, life, living, love, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, restless, sacred intimacy, spirit, truth, understanding, value, wandering, wonder

within the silent
answers come
to prayers
I’ve near forgot
whispered
like a song
into these folds

became of need
but one desire
for love
as I am known
traces left
to grieve a heart
of stone

words are loosened
promises
– from all
they might have been
when proffered
by a moment
on my knees

. . .

gift ~

21 Tuesday Oct 2014

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bliss, connection, conscious consciousness, destiny, dreams, fearless, grace, gravel roads, life, living, love, memory, old maps, passion, reason, relationship, spirit, truth, understanding, value, wonder

lines –
no more
than a memory crossed
a moment made rare
by the living
the slightest allowance
of light touching light
eternity held
(a breath)
between sighs

offered
you back
as a gift
unexpected
a version of story
(was glory) divine
all I was meant
a place on your going
sweet mountain laurel
– soft southern
skies

. . .