fanning flames ~

14 Sunday Oct 2012

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of kisses
I’ve returned a few
and kept the others hostage –
fanning flames
and warming winter nights
memory of how they passed
as one became another
and soon I had no want
for turning back

of longing
where the leaving spent
a night when none were near
and thought to more than once
I spoke your name
as stolen was my breath again –
life beyond my living
as love before I knew
of why you came

of summer sparked
to mid july
when junebugs chase the luna
autumn waits his turn
to share the bliss
give me now a place to lay
and light to press around –
save for me the wonder
of your kiss

..x..

unremembered ~

14 Sunday Oct 2012

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becoming, bliss, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, life, love, old maps, passion, restless, spirit, truth, wisdom

for all I am
the more I will
of places yet I’ve never seen
held within this fragile beating
lives beyond
the reach of dream

for more than time
as thrice discovered
there I’ll find you
waiting still
held with promise I remember
every mystery
revealed

of moments held
so few for keeping
more than nights
for slumber come –
wishes spent on falling embers
stir the starlight
into dawn

for every now
my past was fated
as memories survived the fall
whispers of another sleeping
lifetimes since
I scarce recall

of choices made
some other choosing
morning falls against my place
names rewritten
someone misses
where I loved – I live
always

…

nowadays ~

13 Saturday Oct 2012

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bliss, destiny, dreams, fearless, forgiveness, grace, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, reason, restless, soul signature, spirit, truth

I’ve known this road
for more than miles ~
though never
went much further
than the county line
a sweeter rhyme
than ever you and I

a stand of pine
that keeps your name
with mine

hold me back
within these ways
I’ve come to need their
heaven ~
moments here the same
as once you were

a penny lost
to tell your tales ~
reason keeps me guessing
as hands to trace
the places
that I love

late night chats
and take me backs ~
wool and lace
and flicker
chapters split apart
and sewn again

lilac faded flowers
ribbon in the trees
as boots beneath
the window
comfort me

spare the rest
this time to be ~
I need not words
to listen
for promise
might be gone
before the night

speak not long
of hanging on ~
but let your truth
be kisses ~
worn into the morning
of my rise

…

grounded ~

12 Friday Oct 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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cherokee, connection, destiny, dreams, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, home, kentucky, life, love, old maps, passion, restless, spirit, truth, understanding, wandering

forgive me now
this coming back
to find an understanding
of where I stood
e’en now the ground is warm
the barn is leaning further
than I thought it would in May
but now ~ so clearly now
I see the moon

forgotten yet
the pain to leave
a tear-stained sunday morning
roads to walk
alone and back again
just beyond the church bells
ring ~
vows not worth the sermon
echoing of words
were tasted new

take me now
before the first of
winter’s velvet stillness
and nights
when still I burn
with thoughts of you
cellar doors
and broken steps ~
thirteen miles to nowhere
lines to run both ways
are never true

say it ~
say it softly
speak my name
aloud
murmur in the dark
so I might hear
and know of times uncertain
as rain between the stars ~
aware of other times
you held me near

whisper as another
time has passed into
everafter promised me a place
I always knew
would come again
a house without a door ~
windows facing south
to hide the barn

lessons ~

11 Thursday Oct 2012

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this morning
the driveway was covered
with letters
held a bit long by the sun
reminders of others
sweet as october
and dreams kept
for seasons to come

hands were unfolded
open and anxious
to catch every tear
as they fell
mystical dance
of reason returning
words without meaning
(or none we could tell)

shades of a lifetime
pressed to a moment
bound into pages
of memory wrote
sealed with a kiss
as ten thousand others
would wait us for passing
as maple to smoke

as poetry dried
by inkstain to wishes
thought gone the way of the wind
infinite proof
that love will sustain us
out past the places ~
we wander again

forgotten somehow
the seasons since passed
snowflakes and junebugs
are gathered to light
warmed by a day
(another we came)
haunted by leaves
kept real by the night

swirling (these gifts)
of red burned to gold
lessons we learned of
surrender ~
comfort me now
as life spills the ground
let go
let love ~
remember

…

one ~

11 Thursday Oct 2012

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beauty, cherokee, connection, destiny, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, life, love, nature, passion, reason, relationship, restless, spirit, strength, truth, wisdom

how deeply were roots
weaved into granite ~
briar or bruise
(beyond them to care)
cleaved to their kin
as lovers ill-fated ~
unintended this soil to share

slept through the night
dreaming of water ~
as visions of truth brought the thirsty awake
cruel and cramped (extinctive survival)
sworn to each other ~
a living to make

but fell to the midst
a lovely companion
burst from a seed (unassumed)
gentle retort of rocky intention
when met with the blade ~
of destiny’s bloom

how proudly she sways
the daylight to beckon
a moment to shine on her face
blushing umbrella of infamous fare ~
is held ever sure
in the briar’s embrace

fearless their push
to the edge of forsaken
moved as the night to alter their view ~
of all that she is
would lose in becoming
companion to these
unfortunate few

see how she smiles
for those without blossom
drawn to their beauty
(as only she knows)
sharing the light
as one with the meadow ~
tho miles from its bosom
she grows

…

will ~

10 Wednesday Oct 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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in the place of omission ~
stories unfold
by a change in my will
to remember
as forgotten the wonder
of promises made
when into this form
I was come

with ache to
discover ~
as truth unto blood
and love (more than heart)
claims my soul
to remain as a moment
passed us into ~
as close now the wind
are the secrets
we know

rekindled
as something
moves me to say
when given of words
soon to pass
solace of angels
comforts to some
shall fill me
to heal me ~
strength I become

is forever a time
for questions undone ~
of ashes blown over
the best of these lines
poems held
to a place
without voice ~
as silence remembers
the last one
to rhyme

to be sure ~

08 Monday Oct 2012

Posted by tornadoday in folklore, Poetry, Storytelling

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becoming, bliss, breath, connection, destiny, faith, fearless, grace, life, love, memory, passion, reason, restless, soul signature, spirit, truth, wandering, wisdom

Of places remained ~
as fate to becoming
this one (of so many)
held part of the dream
From a sense of belonging
were we found to be treasure ~
and knew (as we know)
of lives passed between

Of memories shaded
death becomes futile ~
as babies reciting
their stories of earth
Of distance once more ~
on roads so familiar
rivers o’erflowing with wondrous birth

Of moments no longer
the ways through the past
or flowers forsaken
to seed
When holding as one
to life just beginning ~
as mother and father
our children indeed

The last of illusion
was starting to see ~
as eyes worked as one in the dark
As breath of the greater
in coming thus far
as journeys back through ~
one soul to embark

Of truth reconstructed
from feather and blade ~
water washed over by stone
From dreams of the many
one night
shall return ~
with lessons and letters
from home

In beginning another
from places forgotten ~
were parts of the whole
without memory
of more
Of time when for nothing ~
the rest we’ll remember
awaiting the one
when beginning
before

…