travelers ~

29 Saturday Jun 2013

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bliss, connection, death, destiny, early writing, fearless, life, love, nature, passion, poetry, reason, restless, secret stars, southern, spirit, star crossed, storms, truth, wonder

with dusk falling
words will not cross my lips
though you tempt my poet’s heart
its gentle beating is content
warm and dreary
as smiles
take silence to new planes

I am lost
melting with raindrops
fingers entwined with yours
making a parachute in case
a gust of wind
tempts our mortality
and speeds us
towards our dreams

we visit thunderheads
and watch the birth
of lightning fantasy
silent white wisps
through the electric fog
shooting us back to the flash
of our love

where
just for one moment
we allow the rest of the world
the joy of whispering
about our secret stars

. . .

where the night doesn’t go ~

27 Thursday Jun 2013

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becoming, bliss, connection, dreams, fearless, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, life, love, nature, passion, poetry, reason, restless, rush, spirit, spirituality, strength, surrender, travel, truth, wandering

in the rush
of a northern atlantic come home
across endless lives to embark
listen me over
start me anew
as wings beating life
from the dark

store me to winter
rouse me to spring –
sit me to rock
where the night doesn’t go
read me to poems
I’ve forgotten their taste –
somewhere I’m waiting –
still me to know

soften my fall
with the strength of your arms
glistening tears
of surrender betrayed
fix in my soul
every memory of you
waiting to fly me
away

. . .

break me ~

27 Thursday Jun 2013

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becoming, bliss, connection, destiny, fearless, grace, life, love, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, relationship, restless, spirit, spirituality, truth, understanding

break me the habit
of looking back over
so sure you have wandered behind
kept as the memory
here my becoming
was destiny waited
this meaning to find

as pooled to this ink
witnessed to stain
shifted in place
by bliss undeserved
rhyme where was never
meant to be word
life never hindered
by verse

in places made easy
as a kiss
were a sigh
remembers another
line became line
brushed from the corners
in sacred relief
– in words undecided
I touch you
sometimes

break me of leaving
write me the longer
as given to passion –
the force of your soul
I promise
I won’t say a thing
of forever –
holding as one
each sweet letting go

. . .

gathered sparrows ~

24 Monday Jun 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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becoming, bliss, breath, death, dreams, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, passion, poetry, reason, restless, spirit, truth, understanding, writing

will
that once I knew
to understand the want
forgiven every longing
of my soul
counted thrice
this evermore
whatever love shall take
beyond the night
another hand I hold

sure
this slow acceptance
of all I’m meant to find
gathered sparrows
flock an empty place
tis there
my heart remembers –
reasons for the loss
glories claim a lowly call
for grace

ten thousand more
as I shall go –
with worry not for crying
lights to burn –
embers glowing black
memory remains of me
roads of vein and story
will survives
the coldest –
spring of welcome back

. . .

sunset ~

17 Monday Jun 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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bliss, connection, creation, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, life, love, memory, old maps, painting, passion, poetry, postmark, relationship, soul signature, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, woman

he saved for her
the sunset
he’d been painting (all his life)
as crimson bled
to orange
purple green
a lover’s rite
reflections of the day
he found her standing
near the shore
held her (without speaking)
brushed a dress
of finest oil
silken sable
tipped with gold
steady made her curls
she came to him each night
as was created
other worlds beneath the canvas
(was there life
beyond this one)
he heard the shutters heave
the rafters roar
calmed again the artist’s storm
he found the solace (her)
meadow green
with silver shoes
and palest pink (her stutter)
took his breath
and held him close
in pools of cocoa bean
he knew her
every (blush of) imperfection
had painted her in places
always new
this world of his
how far away
twilight had confessed
to midnight hue
where sunset fell
in shadows (she is waiting)
sapphire blue

. . .

now and then ~

12 Wednesday Jun 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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becoming, connection, destiny, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, poetry, postmark, reason, relationship, soul signature, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, wandering

leave behind
your sweater
to remember me
your skin
the warmth
of sunday mornings
til I die

the grace of sunlight
splintered
in patchwork destinies
now and then
the thought
still gets me high

leave behind
your verses
were written just for me
as promise of another
tender time

words of consolation
to hold against my heart
cursive to recall
a sweeter rhyme

. . .

missing you now ~

11 Tuesday Jun 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling, Storytelling

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connection, death, destiny, dreams, faith, family, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, poetry, postmark, reason, relationship, restless, self, southern, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, value, wandering

I hang on words
verbs and adjectives
that distill time’s crazy hold
on my life
souvenirs kept
in spiral bound notebooks
with tiny locks
so easily broken
like dreams
or promises carried forward
from past generations
a chapter neatly finished
but always incomplete
tonight I unplug the yellow bulbs
strung to seasons of evergreen
sons of the tree
that rose silently one year
in splendid happiness
crystalising the summit of my childhood
the night you disappeared
and distress replaced your love
too young then
I neglected to listen to your words
thinking surely you’d be around
to speak them hundreds of other times
and now –
older than you were that year
I’ve forgotten
even the sound of your voice

. . .

Author’s Note: For D.B. & Annie – missing you now

tumbled down ~

11 Tuesday Jun 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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becoming, bliss, cherokee, destiny, grace, gravel roads, kentucky, knowledge, life, living, love, memory, nature, poetry, reason, relationship, restless, spirit, truth, wandering

I am a dancer
spun into the trees
fingers born with memory
of the sun

fragile scarlet ribbons
taut beneath the sky
robins wake
to purple lullaby

am I unknown
as tumbled down
from the tallest tree
early now my resting place
to leave

forgotten to the splendor
of breath
against the night
forever finds
a lover
in pieces of the light

. . .

your keeping ~

10 Monday Jun 2013

Posted by tornadoday in folklore, Poetry, verse

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becoming, bliss, connection, destiny, empty, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, life, love, nature, never empty, old maps, passion, poetry, postmark, reason, restless, spirit, spirituality, truth, understanding, wandering, woman, wonder

pour me out
a river –
one ocean at a time
set with no direction
(but the sea)
fill my veins
warm the course
of love along my banks
rains are falling (lifetimes)
into me

pour me out
a thimble –
quench me
with your thirst
fill me with your keeping
(every tide)
caught between eternities
home to ancient shores
bless’ed moon –
(my emptiness) to hide

pour me out –
a tender heart
take of me (your fill)
with stories of a time
before you came
pour the truth –
(take the truth)
emptied to the night
stars are burning (somewhere)
– fill me now
to flame

. . .

from the first ~

07 Friday Jun 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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becoming, bliss, connection, destiny, faith, forgiveness, grace, knowing, life, love, memory, nature, passion, poetry, reason, restless, self, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, understanding, wandering, wonder

from the first
I knew the last –
every blessing pressed between
as years would flow
the river to the spring
backward to the starting
forever just for this –
knee to knee
and kiss to eager kiss

without song
I heard the music
someone sang it once for me
and danced me round
beneath an amber sky
swirled away
as come what may
time betrayed the end –
meet me there
was all I heard him say

in the still
I found my seasons
as promise one time made
to wake anew
when leaves were on the ground
listening for violins –
held me here before
last I knew –
the first would come
again

. . .