bruises indigo ~

11 Tuesday May 2021

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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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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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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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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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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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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

. . .

what is ~

09 Tuesday Jun 2020

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whereIamknown

foolish fall
of lust to line –
jealous need to write
perilous the pen
within the sanctity
of night

verses
left to meaning –
dare the heart to feel
words without dimension
for what is not
and what is real

. . .

a place of just beyond ~

01 Friday May 2020

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carry me, fate, forgiveness, grace, heart, love, personal, poet, time, truth

grace

forgiveness trades
her mourning dress
for one without the lace
cotton thick as ivy
wrapped around
borrowed from a sister –
knew how much
a heart could hold
but left before
the winter came so cold
beholding to another
take my hand
I am yours
dance me to a place
of just beyond
acknowledgement of every sin
surrender to the fates –
we wrote on these
same sands
so long ago

. . .

prophecy ~

24 Friday Apr 2020

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destiny, life, love, offering, poet, poetry, purpose, that thing I do

still

from the still
words are fluttered
into life
key by key
come from silence
into something
more than voice –
much more
than me

poems spread
as bees to honey
moths to flame
I don’t know how
what am I
but a means becoming –
another life
is grace allowed

prophecy
or misplaced longing –
from the start
I can’t recall
where I was
when first I noticed
verses
without voice
at all

. . .

met with rhyme –

11 Saturday Apr 2020

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a light on the porch, all I know of living, family, give it up, life. rememberance, lifetimes, longing, love, poet, returning home

for every time
forgotten you
the road between
begun
and counted for my worries
every mile
for cares
I thought it mattered
now it seems I’ve lost my way
returning your
remembrance
as a smile

a verse or two
maybe three or four
as meter met
with rhyme
stories we were telling
on the way
sits the same
an unlined page
fevered fight with time
how few the poet knows
have less to say

places still
my soul recalls
the miracle of pen
as hush before a poem
we appear
crowded vowels rewritten
backward to my hands
words are given voice
tho none can hear

. . .