not yet written ~
13 Friday May 2022
Posted Poetry
in13 Friday May 2022
Posted Poetry
in25 Monday Apr 2022
Tags
forgiveness, graces we've forgotten, home, life, love, poet, truth, words
i write
and i worry
for pages on end
suffice to decide what words
might erase
i write when there’s nothing
i need to let go
but the jab of my pencil
parchment and coal
i write my forgiveness
before it is asked
and where you are now
unasking
i write and i whittle
nights to defend
so sure my thoughts would arrive
somewhere else
if left for a moment
hung o’er my page
awaiting a memory to come
i write in the places
i thought i would end
and pull up the margins
behind
i write
. . .
23 Wednesday Feb 2022
how much of me
is written –
to the rafters
of your heart
a purple painted
flower
faded now
what of words
I worried with –
were washed out
by the flood
letters set to sail
beyond your touch
what of ink
has stained your hands
worn your fingers blue
a rhyme
no longer worthy
but to curse
were there pages
still to ponder –
moments meant to keep
safe within the
memory
of verse
. . .
04 Friday Feb 2022
Tags
easy, poet, poetry, resurrection, still, time, truth, where I am found, words
let me be
let me write
of worlds not yet
discovered –
light where none exists
but for your eyes
let me see
eternity
is not so much
to barter
time is an illusion
let me wake
within the hush
of presence
moonlight haunting skin
let me fall
let me breathe
of worlds
where I am
found
. . .
02 Monday Aug 2021
Posted Poetry
inTags
carry me home, dreams, feelings, life, love, pieces, pieces of me, poet, thoughts, trust, words, writing in the dark
sometimes
my words are thwarted
by sunlight
through the pines
a moment
just before I meant
to go
last night’s inspiration
is tucked inside my shirt
tho later I
will wonder
why they came
and what they know
collected from the fragments
of a moment
I was gone
emptied to the darkness
deep as I would trust
cleft within the silence –
holding back a fire
sometimes
I beg forgiveness
without a thought to why
guarded in my love
for other
worlds
. . .
21 Wednesday Jul 2021
Posted Poetry, spirituality, verse
inwords
it seems
are all I have –
a sigh you cannot hear
cool as ink
allowed to dry –
verses disappear
e’er such lines
seduction bear –
or meter steal my place
to claim the truth
from on my lips –
ivy robbed of lace
would I for this
my essence trade –
sweet desire to make you mine
fragile voice
a paper heart –
gives longing into
rhyme
. . .
17 Saturday Jul 2021
Posted Poetry
inI 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
. . .
08 Tuesday Jun 2021
Posted Poetry, spirituality, verse
inmy 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
. . .
27 Thursday May 2021
Posted Poetry
inTags
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
. . .
11 Tuesday May 2021
Tags
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
. . .
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