highways ~

05 Sunday Aug 2012

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becoming, connection, destiny, fearless, grace, gravel roads, living, love, old maps, passion, postmark, restless, soul signature, spirit, star crossed, strength, truth, understanding, wandering

forever was once
we spoke about trying ~
and bought every map
they were selling that day
traced every road ~ purple and broken
back through the night
to the edge of the page

to discover our other
was part of the journey
and whispered direction back home
from the fall ~
echoes to ring
with a music familiar
and moments so tender
we traded them all

for this one to deliver us
whole to begin
bound as a drifter to ways traveled on ~
returning as name to a dream
unrecalled ~
ten thousand miles
to the place we belong

the same as we were
e’en now I confess
of roads worn away
by the passing of time
words without memory
of paths crossed before ~
maps through the darkness
light touching light

southern skies ~

04 Saturday Aug 2012

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becoming, connection, destiny, dreams, family, fearless, grace, gravel roads, life, memory, old maps, passion, reason, restless, spirit, truth, understanding, wandering

take me back
the way we wandered
give me pause to turn around
plant my heart in fields of cotton –
e’er blossoms break
the tender ground

hold me close
the vow remembered
hear my words or let me be
the one you knew before as always –
was not for dreams you’d live
to see

nineteen sons
and thirteen daughters
east to west
the north come clean
take my soul but save the babies
of every sorrow passed between

hand in hand
the charge to carry –
burn my bones or let me fail –
ashes rained in sheets of maple
secrets stored beyond
the veil

tearful eyes
the lowly seeker
waits the choice to come again –
living love in autumn colors
golden reds remember when

southern skies
and not much needed
to make of life – a place for love
breath to breath
and time to question
would evermore be long enough

keep me here
as the rest is written
hands the same as yours – I know
will find the way
some other season –
as north to wander south
to home

Charles Codman Cabin in the Woods

interlaced ~

03 Friday Aug 2012

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becoming, cherokee, connection, fearless, grace, gravel roads, life, love, nature, old maps, passion, restless, spirit, truth, understanding, wandering, wisdom

were this the meeting
of time interlaced –
and stayed I a moment too long
looking back
as a breath to the breeze
no different than raven or wren

sunlight or sorrows
passed through as shadow
were given a reason – come home
needles for nesting
a faraway blessing
no different than now
my purpose to know

stronger the promise was made
of uncertain –
and there stands forever
a place unadorned
by need – might wisdom
give life to a dream –
will I want for another (more time)

to caress
or burn to my soul
the hands of the sun
remembered a sigh
some sweet lullaby –
plays softly when whispers
have come

and struggle is all I have kept
from my slumber –
forgotten the pathway to dawn
shrouded in mystery
questions unanswered –
the mirror knows more than she tells

laced with the past
is every tomorrow –
dusted the raven
with wren in her sails

clearly ~

02 Thursday Aug 2012

Posted by tornadoday in perfect country song, Poetry, Rambling, Storytelling

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destiny, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, kentucky, life, love, old maps, passion, postmark, reason, restless, spirit, steve earle, strength, understanding, wandering, wisdom, woman

left as the morning
was dried from the roses
and last night’s confession
absolved by the sun
drove just as heaven
found dirt in Kentucky
and slowed not the heart
getting on

another night’s rest
much better than last
with nothing much left to extole
would spend not remorse on
choices once made
or the etch of their worth
to my soul

was innocence lost
in my rush to believe
or blinders my color of eyes
a white picket fence
did its best to persuade
of reasons
for staying behind

another day gone
as the truth to set free
sooner or later was lost
the plan to give more
that I had to affirm
of dreams
I can barely recall

the pillow made dark
by yesterday tears ~
mascara I cared not concede
even now as the last glimpse
of night disappears
in the rearview mirror
I see

the highway sings
of whiskey and wishes
a favorite song made right
who I am now
didn’t matter much then
as last night’s confession
absolved by the sun

wings above the trees ~

02 Thursday Aug 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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bliss, connection, destiny, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, kentucky, life, living, love, nature, old maps, passion, reason, restless, soul signature, spirit, truth, understanding, wandering, winter, wisdom

more times than not
I waited
til all the lights were out
and the only sound
was wings
above the trees

for countless nights
I stood alone
just beyond your gate
touching stars
and waiting for the moon

to fall
against my longing
split my lowly soul again
*hush*
my lone confession
to the still

the only chatter
noticed there
was the tremor of my heart
a drum to surely wake
the poet’s dream

lights within
my wanting skin
warmth without regret
dress to drag the briars
miles to home

autumn lures
the afternoon to chill
frost is soon
becoming

already I’m left
standing
in the dark

only this ~

01 Wednesday Aug 2012

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only this –
and I warned you
of coming undone – a place
in the stillness awaiting
our love –
wrapped up in flannel
sighs into silk –
and words fell as silent
reminders of us

I wanted you
needed you –
something to matter
when all the rest fated
you’d tie me back down –
caught as a kite
strings in the treetops –
assured of your coming
to pull me around

only this –
and you warned me
you were more than imagined
should have listened
when something
was muttered within
whispering song of the swallow
wind through the reeds
where words
should have been

only this –
and I warned you
there would be no forgetting
trace to unravel
the best of your plans –
long past the time
you’d remember my kisses
would come as a shadow
to sit with you
now

of moments
made haste –
forgiveness of feeling
and paths not the same
I have known –

walk with me
wrestle me –
tell me your future
was never the stars
made light in my hair
or jasper the color
of faraway glances –
roads going nowhere
only this –
I recall

all I have ~

31 Tuesday Jul 2012

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becoming, bliss, breath, connection, death, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, life, love, old maps, passion, reason, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, wandering, wisdom

of yesterdays I saved not one
to worry for tomorrow ~
and cured them not with misery and lace
stored the sorrow with the joy
and nursed not one the more ~
for what I loved ~
I’d lose myself
in tears of willing grace

and swear allegiance to the scars
seal my lips with sighs ~
dream the dream of lovers sworn to moss
take of these ~ the curs’ed date
and hold my flag on high ~
forgiven now each tragedy of cost

reminded of another day
and memories made dearer
by violin and passions bittersweet
as rushed into the sunset
with promise of one more ~
a life of resurrection
another dawn to greet

please ~

29 Sunday Jul 2012

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bliss, breath, cherokee, grace, gravel roads, love, nature, old maps, passion, southern, spirit, strength, truth, wisdom, woman

as sunlight fills
the places ~
just beyond my summer dream
and stills my heart with
wishes for the rain

the steamy breath
of morning fire ~
stumbled from the shadows
and crossed a broken fence
into my way

gold embraced by crimson
weeds and red perfume ~
lacey lace of spinners
weaved for miles
the pass between

breaks my thought
with more than once ~
and where I’ll be tomorrow
spilled against a slant
of crooked board

warmed within a glass
of sugar tea and sweet magnolia
burned the window brown
with summer please

promise ~

29 Sunday Jul 2012

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becoming, connection, destiny, dreams, fearless, grace, gravel roads, life, love, old maps, passion, reason, restless, spirit, travel, truth, understanding, wandering, winter

to wonder why
it was to be
when came ~ another day
though not your plan
to leave again
another heart to save

with words
to match your rhythm ~
as language spilled to rhyme
we flew beyond the seeking
as geese into the night

wanting for a moment
never knew the way
we’d be ~
returning for each other
by way of memory

to know again
as once we were ~
when swore an oath to find
the way beyond the darkness ~
a moment so divine

we couldn’t stay
we wouldn’t say
lest words ~ our truth reveal
a mystery
we’d come again
this promise to fulfill

e’er destiny be less
than more
or fate betray our place
words denied a keeper
tales of breath and lace ~

as shadows failing
brushed aside by sighs ~
a lover’s curse
shall be the way remembered ~
as souls reborn to verse

don’t go ~

28 Saturday Jul 2012

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becoming, bliss, breath, connection, destiny, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, home, life, love, old maps, passion, restless, strength, truth, understanding, wandering, wisdom

story me now
the life before someday
and who I was then
seems you’re all I know
when held as we were ~
(in the place we don’t mention)
the truth passed beyond
the choice to let go

riddles in rhyming
just suppose nothing
wherein we ~ the dream ~
made our way to the now
back to the places
always we linger
where you were (somewhere)
forgotten just how

the shade
of your eyes
is a moonlight reflection
embers to flame ~
this love to resume
as the touch of your hand ~
to the door of my longing
were lifetimes returning
to this ~ unassumed

what will come
or just where we’ll be come forever ~
a rush unremembered ~
this feeling of home

with never a thought
to untangle the answers
lest they whisper some other
don’t go ~
measuring breaths
by times barely breathing
so easy the telling
from others we’ve known

story me now
your passion for living ~
and where the light plays
on the still of your soul

I’ll start the coffee
if you’ll prop the window –
I’ll meet you here
somewhere ~
when next you are home