memory of flame ~

07 Wednesday Feb 2024

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he said, home, life, love, poet, real, truth

he said
the wait is over
not quite
tho still the same
as once you loved
i held you
the memory of flame
before there was
this wonder
this moment to discern
miles between
the getting back –
a destiny
returned

she said
i’ll leave the candle
regardless of the time
nights
where fell a star
we wished upon
i’ll keep the coffee
warmer
for the time it takes
to dream
i’ll wait
whatever fate
is come
for me

he said
i’ll be the river
and you
my favored stones
let me roll
beneath the heavens
to sleep
beside your soul

she said
i’ll be the sunrise
if you hold up the night
when breakfast comes
i reach
for you to find –
the way
that was beginning
years
before i knew

he said
i’ll wait all morning –
to wait the night
for you

. . .

ink ~

13 Wednesday Dec 2023

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ink, life, love, poet, soul, writer

a habit
near forsaken
to fill
a greedy page
seems life has come
and not for want
i write

of need beyond
this beating –
hands to wait
the night
no will
for something more
than everything –
i find

lest words
deceive my longing
breath become
my skin
truth beyond
the memory
of ink

. . .

cursive blocks ~

27 Monday Mar 2023

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ache, life, ove, poet, poetry, time, writing

how sure this fate
awaited –
from nights
i grieved your touch
would morning come
and i not know
to ache
would e’er my thoughts
be settled –
in cursive blocks
of blue
a book resolved
to wishing –
for a love i never knew
would feel this way
as everything
pressed against my page
a story still becoming –
what was dreamed
of yesterday

. . .

how it was ~

22 Wednesday Feb 2023

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destiny, life, love, poet, poetry, stars, time, waiting to begin

ignore
my resistance
to find you anew
– as sweet
was your voice
to favor my skin
to remember
where graces
fell through the night
like stars from orion –
this fate to defend
how it was
was it easy
was it ever that way
a morning so fragile
it took me
away
willed my returning
from a place not so far –
to find you here waiting
this moment
to start

how it was
was it easy
was it ever that way

. . .

the poet dreamed ~

05 Thursday Jan 2023

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choice, destiny, heaven here, life, love, poet, time, truths

had I choice
of how life ends –
where destinies align
would someone write your name
with bits of mine

how far from then
this poet dreamed
with words
the heart might hear
of angels resurrected
for moments
here

could be no everafter
longing for these days
no paradise
could e’er suffice
to loving you
this way

had i choice
of heavens
a place
I’m sworn to be
some other dream
I dreamed
you’d come
for me

had I choice
of how life ends –
a version of the rest
I’d best believe
our destinies aligned
that gods were
having coffee –
one day amid the clouds
when someone wrote your name
with bits of mine

. . .

echoes ~

07 Wednesday Dec 2022

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home, life, love, poet, still, the way, trust, verses

remembered this
from somewhere
once before
longer still
my ache when shadows
warm the place
i am
a fragrant kiss
foretelling
of the ways i’d come to hate
nights to pass the miles
from sleep to dream
gathered up
in trinkets –
nurtured by my lust –
cursing of
another time
was nothing left
of us
save for these
reminders
we were here
and i was home –
lifetimes tracing echoes
of me now

. . .

unintended ~

04 Tuesday Oct 2022

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life, love, poet, poetry, remembered, rhyme, truths, unintended, verse

words are offered
unyielding –
scrapped from pages
divine tho they be
moments
split open
and scattered
are gift to the soul
with comfort to seek
verses and
poetry
rhyme sometimes raw
as blood turned
to ink
by the page
by the fall
who will remember
how it was then
we wrote
without thinking
without feeling
at all
what was meant
unintended
as a line spoke aloud
as truth
we were hoping to breathe
who shall give voice
to some other
we were –
poetry left the heart
to receive

. . .

unwilling ~

03 Monday Oct 2022

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catch me, home, life, love, poet, promise, truth, warrior

how many the times
i’ve cursed at the moon
for making a fool
of this heart
how many the dreams
he’s offered to keep –
unwilling i’ve let
every one
fall apart
sworn to my honor
a warrior sometimes –
come as the night
still reaches for day
how faithfully started
from one
we became –
a whisper of promise
betrayed

. . .

revelation ~

30 Friday Sep 2022

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found, life, love, poet, story, truth

pages lay empty
at the edge of my pen
waiting this fragile
heart to reveal
what was mine
what is left
of places we loved
a sweet revelation –
i remember it
still

stirred
by desire
assured of my fate
tho lies have been known
to tarry me now
as the first chill
of winter
carries me back
to a time i was lost –
to the place
i was found

. . .

predictions of a chill ~

14 Thursday Jul 2022

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acceptance, ache, boots, grace, love, permission to breathe, poet, poetry, seasons

she reminded him
of autumn –
the deepest dark of fall
a brittle ache
as broken leaves to swirl
breath to shame the summer
predictions of a chill
fingers wrapped
in mittens
prepared to tame
the world

boots
she never polished
for love of angst and leather
sweaters soft
passions to defend
every word she uttered
was redemption from the cold
restored from
angry winters –
by her need
to feel again

. . .