then another ~

15 Thursday Jan 2015

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becoming, connection, destiny, dreams, faith, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, old maps, passion, poetry, sometimes, spirit, truth, understanding, value, wonder

in the swell of a moment
eternity waits
denied the protection
of one last embrace
or lives to make more
of what steals us away
a kiss
then another
surrender

as were words
unafraid
the echo of sighs –
filling a silence
so tender
a cold morning after
where longing is saved
by warmth
through the branches

remember

. . .

at the heart of remember ~

14 Wednesday Jan 2015

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becoming, breath, connection, conscious consciousness, destiny, grace, gravel roads, kentucky, knowledge, life, living, love, passion, poetry, spirit, strength, understanding, wandering, wisdom

there’s a name
at the heart
of every remember
a silence
worn clean
to the bone
the truth
is my story
the ways
of my passing
a path through the wood
where evergreen grows
an abundance
of living
for love to aspire
gathered in bunches
and left by the gate
tied with a ribbon
forgotten by summer
was the first day
all over
again

. . .

unto light ~

31 Wednesday Dec 2014

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becoming, bliss, connection, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, home, knowledge, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, poetry, relationship, sometimes, spirit, still, strength, truth, understanding, wandering, wisdom

for a moment
beginning
tho no one knows how
love becomes memory –
a faraway
flame

silence is tempted
to speak
of our loss
scars nearly faded
are remembered
by name

a tenderness
forged
by the ways we have come
returning our soul
as truth
unto light

sealed from the trading
gifts us again –
folded as prayer
as wings
into flight

. . .

smoke rings ~

11 Thursday Dec 2014

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on long nights
when the moon is cool
to wait
(I have before)
spent of breath
my last
to speak (your name)
smoke rings
bear the silence
of spirits gathered home
(time is lost
awaiting signs)
and coming back
the same

ten thousand lives
for one more death
(in places)
we remain
might comfort cling
as hours
for a moment
(held onto)
a change of course
becoming more
than e’er I was (this way)
pulled awake
by dreaming –
signs (before I knew)

. . .

trace ~

26 Wednesday Nov 2014

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry, Rambling

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daybreak wears
a yellow dress
longer than july
and wonders to the boys
with woolen hands
summers gone
and one more ring
was promise to endure
the golden age
the turning page
resigned

by one
was I another
slept beyond my prime
cursing at a dream
for letting go
held in place by whispers
dare I make the bed
and worry then
for where my pen
was laid

fingers trace
the only proof
someone locked the door
a name for places
I can scarce recall
a life before the living
let of me to leave
photographs
and what of then
remains to be
again

swept beyond
the reaches
of a faraway resolve
some other dream
remembers me
to home

. . .

we were ~

23 Sunday Nov 2014

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry

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becoming, connection, conscious consciousness, divine, eternal, fearless, grace, knowledge, life, living, love, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, relationship, sacred intimacy, spirit, star crossed, stars, truth, value, wonder

a moment of holy
sacred divine
as light thru the memory
of windows
we were
remembered another
thought we became
a star not yet fallen
a wish not yet made
a beginning more tender
than words could endure
or touch
could be trusted
to keep

. . .

remains ~

23 Sunday Nov 2014

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bliss, breath, conscious consciousness, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, life, love, magic, memory, nature, poetry, reason, spirit, spirituality, sweeter now, truth, value, wonder

winter pulls
against my boots
(carry me away)
to plant my dreams
where now the wheat
turns grey
smoke
above an evening (rest)
lives I must have known
are gathered sweet
memories (to stone)
a verse
or two –
(remains of sins)
nurtured by the spring
ashes fall
(snowflakes) whispering

. . .

stutter ~

18 Tuesday Nov 2014

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breath, connection, conscious consciousness, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, old maps, passion, poetry, postmark, spirit, truth, value

beyond this mortal stutter
beyond the reach
of night
beyond our thoughts
awaiting words to write

promise seeds a garden
of evermore and sage
verses swarm above
a willing page

quiet speaks
of always
and never makes a sound
wings are raised
– heaven
is come down

longing swells
the lover’s heart
wherever shadows fall –
poems penned
with not a word at all

. . .

understood ~

16 Sunday Nov 2014

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becoming, bliss, breath, connection, destiny, forgiveness, grace, home, knowledge, life, love, old maps, poetry, reason, reminders, sacred intimacy, sometimes you, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, value, wandering, wisdom

sometimes
the wind holds me aloft –
denied the tempting to fall
a night bird cries
and all I hear is your voice
a sweet understanding
sits with the pines
a flutter of song
remembers me home
musing released as a sigh –
stardust mingles with dew
breathless to find
the reason we came
was ever
only
to love

. . .

ne’er a line ~

13 Thursday Nov 2014

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becoming, breath, connection, conscious consciousness, destiny, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, living, love, old maps, passion, poetry, relationship, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, value, wandering

of verses
few are written
my passion to discern
no meter come
to match
my violin
language not yet
given breath
to longing unconfessed
cept in that tiny realm –
we are again

where sacred deemed
a moment dear
as none before the same
no poetry
committing us
to rhyme
eternities
and ne’er a line
could answer for my soul
or speak above
a silence
so divine

. . .