11 Monday Nov 2013
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bliss, breath, connection, destiny, faith, fearless, grace, life, love, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, restless, seeing in the dark, southern, spirit, spirituality, truth, understanding, writing
fallen once
the maple chords
of memory beginning
would find
and wrap around us
sweet delight
tenderly
the sacred word
when all we knew
was story –
falling stars
beyond the reach
of night
. . .
09 Saturday Nov 2013
Posted in Poetry
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connection, fearless, grace, life, love, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, restless, spirit, strength, truth, wandering, wisdom
steady these hands
as easy this part
bruise not this soul
with confusion
cradle me now
in thought unimposed
a silence awaiting
my word
meet with my pen
the sweetest intention –
as once tender lines
are faded away
passed as a feeling to
moments eternal –
reminders of living –
a dying
each day
in the slow wake
of shadows
ommission of self –
in truths written down
with our own
(yes my own)
trembling touch
steady me stranger
return as a season –
remains of divine
easy the passing
of time into grace –
pressing the notion
that nothing is saved
but a place in the center –
a voice unrelenting
steady this beating
of beats
within mine
for birth
yet becoming
the long silent word
. . .
08 Friday Nov 2013
Posted in Poetry, Rambling, Storytelling
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becoming, connection, destiny, faith, fearless, home, kentucky, knowledge, life, love, nature, passion, poetry, reason, restless, soul signature, spirit, truth, understanding, wandering
wrote of one Kentucky
one blush
became a bride –
of hills and empty spaces
sketched between
the coming back
to hold you –
in threads of willingness
found me here
believing
in a dream
fell awake
beneath the stars
cut of purple light
names and dates
– places
I was known
startled
as a winter lark
backwards through
a storm
silence
finds me better
left alone
once before
as surely soon
I’m bound to
understand
the bliss of leaving
home –
to come again
bittersweet
the ache
that has no memory
of loss –
just a feeling
left of blue
Kentucky
winds
. . .
04 Monday Nov 2013
Posted in Poetry
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bliss, connection, dreams, faith, grace, knowledge, life, love, memory, nature, passion, poetry, reason, restless, spirit, spirituality, truth, understanding, wonder
within
this morning after dream
of sparrows chirping sweet
the lessons
of ten thousand lords
are dust beneath
their feet
as poems
penned
a universe –
to whisper rarely heard
winds have blown
their memories
of mystery
to word
of telling
none so precious
as their longing lullabies
journeys writ
by dapple quill –
across my fragile
skies
. . .
03 Sunday Nov 2013
Posted in Poetry
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becoming, bliss, breath, choices, destiny, faith, fearless, grace, knowledge, legacy, life, living, love, moments, poetry, reason, remembered, restless, spirit, spirituality, truth, understanding, value, wandering, wisdom
of ways
I have not many
but to be
as I was meant
– some solace
to the fallen
I repent
the blessing
come of letting
– the bliss
of leaning in
to places unforgotten
I ascend
to wonder
where
and what might be
– for this
will I return
as colors into maple
rivers burn
remember me
to shadows –
sweetest breath
within the cold
of breaking –
there the beauty
– taking hold
as nothing more
for only this –
such truth
as love revealed
a sigh
within the silence
holds me still
. . .
Author’s Note: Inspired by All Saints Sunday. What remembrance
shall hold you yet? ♥
03 Sunday Nov 2013
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allowance, becoming, blessings, faith, fearless, grace, knowledge, love, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, restless, seasons, seeing in the dark, strength, time, understanding, unremembering, wandering, wonder
of heaven here
(a paradise)
of truth
denied our say –
warmed by every
coming home –
(numbering
our days)
held aside
from all we knew –
would find (our love)
the same
as light before
the light was new
(to wonder why)
we came
shame
the locks
for breaking
before the sun we rose
with questions
not for taking back –
in living (now
we know)
. . .
02 Saturday Nov 2013
Posted in Poetry, Storytelling
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breath, connection, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, light, love, nature, passion, poetry, spirit, spirituality, strength, understanding, wonder
morning spreads
her mysteries
across the meadow’s nape
pushes soft against
the glory grey
nestled down within the dusk
where once a dream
was blue –
wings to fly
I scarce recall their way
lavender
and jasper stains –
silver leaf and maple
the coldest water
reels from me the dawn
tempted by the leaving
of amber stems
and shade
feathers falling
ashes all around
nights I sleep
against the fold
of poems yesterday
were written to the leaves
beyond my door
gathered for the burning
smoke rings
ruby skies –
daylight sits
in clothes I never wore
. . .
ancient blue lining
clouds returning our sorrows
misty tears to rain
Mount Hood –
Smoky Mountains 2011
31 Thursday Oct 2013
29 Tuesday Oct 2013
Posted in a time for telling, Poetry, Storytelling
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becoming, bliss, breath, connection, death, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, life, love, old maps, passion, peace, poetry, reason, resurrection, sacred intimacy, shared remembrance, spirit, truth, understanding, wandering
for every life
another spent
– lessons
feathered soft
ancient buttons
loosened by the grey
to where
the just beginning
goes –
to start
without a name
from destinies –
a better plan
is made
for where
somewhere
we’ll find again
the window
through the wood
a lantern
glowing golden
welcome home
mysteries we squandered
by the journey
take us back –
a lifetime more
than e’er I’d pass
alone
ribbons lost
their way into
the oldest sycamore
– longing held
with seasons more
to write
of burdens left
upon the lawn
where’er the dream is gone
– dew is falling
shadows
on the night
. . .
29 Tuesday Oct 2013
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becoming, connection, fearless, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, poetry, restless, spirit, spirituality, star crossed, understanding, wisdom, writing
light
wears the first breath
of word
for the poet
a moment unmeant
for the cleaving apart
smudges of carbon
blue and black cinder
stay our confusion –
of ashes
to hearth
in the want
for another –
some knowing unsaid
else silence
these blessings erase
with sorrows grown eager
turning us round –
forsaken for love
would hold us
always
where the next
is beginning –
the past grieving so
as the shutter
of spring –
a flight coming home
to resolve
what is missing
remembered somehow
as the taste of surrender
in words
long ago
. . .
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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