paper heart ~

I kept ribbons
in the kitchen
to tie around my heart
weakness come familiar –
as sunday morning
loaves
saturdays
a pudding cut with rum
who is there
to blame me
for moments without shame
allowing all
remembering of none
washed away
as evidence –
was here
I spent the night
pushed against
the oven –
clutching to a spoon
I kept my ribbons
close at hand
licked my fingers clean
braided into locks
of cappucine

. . .

how close ~

08 Tuesday Jun 2021

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allowance, arms, assurance, fears, love, lovers, poet, rhyme, time, what remains of forever

my fears
are unfounded
you cannot escape
the verse
where my heart
keeps you safe
a lock never chiseled
a key you have kept
long past
the moment
for pulling away
to wonder
how close
meter could fall –
and what might I do
should you stay

. . .

the first to fold ~

27 Thursday May 2021

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abundance, forgiveness, gifts bigger than hands to hold, lessons, loss, love, poet, redemption, truth, verse

of sorrows
I have spoken –
not with tears
or sore regret
for every time the leaving left
a heart not broken yet

an ailing porch
and night pulled close
with nothing much to fear
for the sound of love
returning home –
cross miles
and men – and years

the first to fold
of every sin
begged forgiveness come
without the need for telling
would save us –
every one

came the night
by firelight –
and kept the coffee strong
til morning fell
with none to tell –
of righteousness gone wrong

as scattered verse
by prophets cursed
can’t be one to say –
what reasons came for letting go
and not a one to stay

. . .

bruises indigo ~

11 Tuesday May 2021

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acceptance, ache, blessing, destiny, fate, feeling, life, love, poet, spirit, story, truth, verse, writing in the dark

there’s an hurt
beneath my spine
a tiny spot of grief
a shadow of remorse to most unseen
curves against my leaving
til I can barely stand –
a part of you
I’ve not the heart to glean

was there a time
decided –
a lot I chose to take
a card misplayed
lines from north to south
written to the margins
there for all to see
how I love
and how I live without

folded into verses
wherever ink is spilled
my will is bent
all my fingers ache
bruises indigo
are evidence of truth
ego sleeps –
tho my heart
is wide awake

. . .

from everything ~

07 Friday May 2021

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heaven memorized, love, need, poet, that thing I do, truth, want, witness, writing in the dark

I shall tender
these moments –
as cedar carved to pen
as ached beneath the threat
an evening flame
I shall cleave your name
from everything –
shall find you everywhere
a part of me
ten thousand more
than claimed

I shall wait the dusk
to falter –
rings of smoke to dissipate
evidence of story
you were here
and I
a moment fell into
a smudge between the lines
take me now
I’ve nothing left
to fear

. . .

when words are fell away ~

16 Tuesday Feb 2021

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a price to pay, acceptance, forgiveness, life, love, poet, promise, time, truth, writing

for wanting
there’s a price to pay
a promise I surmise –
to write again
when words are fell away
to garner loves forgiveness
for all I couldn’t say
when the nightbird came
to roost
above my bed

when the lacey lace
is torn apart –
stars forget to burn
as moonlight spills along
the eastern ridge
reminders come unbidden
to have their way at last
as punishment
for every word
unsaid

. . .

weight of words ~

30 Wednesday Dec 2020

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always we begin, and still, belonging to none, grace, life, longing, love, poet, story, time, verse, writing

another sun
will I remember
the weight of words
beneath my bed –
empty pages
grieve the story
verses trapped inside
my head

passions rise
to ink stained fingers
memory met
with practiced hand –
seasons fill
my pen with longing
for life I’m want
to understand

truth is cleft
as will surrendered
stored to cold
my pillow waits –
another time
a chance for taking
as heart to hand
– this silence
aches

. . .

one more dance ~

18 Friday Sep 2020

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as easy as breathing, dance, grace, life, love, poet, soul, spirit, stars, time, want

might I ask for one more dance
a night beneath the stars
one more dream awakened
from the dark

wherever arms
are intertwined –
drums are beat as one
wherever verses live
beyond the tongue

light is come
to fill this want –
without the rush for more
for one more time
another dance
to know

. . .

lines I never wrote ~

28 Tuesday Jul 2020

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denied, gifts, grace, life, love, pages, poet, poetry, rhyme, silence, story, truth, words

openbook2

from time to time
I reminisce
o’er lines
I never wrote
truths I dared not share
tho no less true
longing spilled to pages
meant for gentle eyes –
an open heart
with space enough
for two

worthless rhyme
you know me now –
with nothing
left to say
poems stacked in boxes
cupboards tight
love betrayed to silence
grieves the dying word –
an empty page
and evermore
to write

. . .