dusty then ~

07 Thursday Feb 2013

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of roads
the not so traveled
were signs we knew the way
illuminated crosses
of goodbye
silhouettes and arms
extended –
get for me a ride

I long for places
never made the map

breathed into existence
by the way you said
their names –
weathered lace
against my burning skin
told me once we’d travel
out beyond the light
but held onto –
lest heaven steal away

mark the place
was here we passed
chasing some old dream –
I’ve spent a lot of time
without your eyes
staring back
from dusty roads
creekbeds hidden now –
bridges passing over
sweet refrain

fate decided
three times four –
and worn along the crease
a place forgotten not
by strangers then

. . .

the slip ~

31 Thursday Jan 2013

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folded starch of linen
to hide a jagged state –
tho tattered lace
and denim
more my style

senseless
my pretention
the effort made to be
whate’er it was –
the slip
to make you fall

words remain –
reminders
of another me (just fine)
essence born
of burning leaves
chamomile
and rhyme

. . .

poet ~

22 Tuesday Jan 2013

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as verses
I’m no different
from one hundred more
you loved –
poem unintended
for your soul

color me
into your lines
let my spirit fly
forgotten now the taste
of april snow

torn along
these very scars
weathered boards and all
pushed into the places
met with rhyme

tell the others
what you can
and save the rest
for fall
when dreams are blowing
color off the trees

spread your fingers
o’er the map
roads to take you home
curs’ed now
the poet
to believe

. . .

route of evermore ~

22 Tuesday Jan 2013

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were promises
remembered
a hole in paradise –
fairytales rewritten
by the night
destiny untangled
by the memory of hands
kisses wore the route
of evermore

were consequence
a story –
meant to end some other way
as margins left
unblemished by regret
heroines and heroes
each remained as one
pressed into the telling
of desire

were wishes kept
unspoken
by a star
refused to fall

darling ~

18 Friday Jan 2013

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diamonds rip
the rafters –
and let the sparrows in
muddy straw
and no one saw me there
trading stories
one more time
of who we were before
led us now to riches
a sky of royal flame –

daffodils of ancient lore
by others I was known –
a line was drawn
between eternities
written down
to virgin sands –
washed beneath the flood
ages bent to stolen
reverie

deeper there
the river swelled
darling of the forest
sang the day to sleep
most every night –
swam within the milky way
and wondered where I’d be
building nests
and pressed against
the sky

waterfalls ~

16 Wednesday Jan 2013

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a shade of grey
between the boards
remains of waterfalls
and silent there
in other times –
a dreamer fell to sleep
were mysteries
becoming me
or truths – as gods undone
twilight pools
in maple boats
somewhere east I am

as ancient seas
the careful breeze
is matched by one to this
home no more than once
before I came
born to ordinary
daffodils and pine
kitchen filled
with wonderful –
clothes to crowd the line

a casual communion
of thoughts the prophet mourned
and hard the backs
where held the hands to pray
tears still taste
of somewhere
else – empty satin shores –
ages worn as covers
to the couch

without regard
to weather –
you left with me your coat –
and stuffed into the pocket
every line
of sweet imperfect whispers
wrinkles on the night
when said I love you
more than I recall

bring your will
to harness mine –
your lips these truths to fold
gathered as the gold
from younger fields
mystery of
everything –
knows one more of me
is reading from your pages
writing your release

. . .

worn ~

15 Tuesday Jan 2013

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beyond
these distractions
of pillar and pause
easy financing
of all we could want –
will finds a way
in the silence for speaking

yet muffled the voice
of the heart

wrapped in confusion
experience worn –
each to its own time and place
fated regard of
temporal illusion –

were not for the seeing
we saw

wasted as time
stole away with the clock
woke but a moment
too late
counting possessions
from memory they were
and swore not to dreaming
again

lest something
be missing
was not on our list
how could forever be gone
when kept on the shelf
with things
we have not –

lifetimes forgotten
to live

softer rhyme ~

12 Saturday Jan 2013

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pages worn
our lines apart
rhyme eternal one ~
failing as the reader to resign
fingers fumble
ink becomes ~
a souvenir of will
verses bent us double
to begin

read to me
of where we wait
still in chapters bare
press into
these mysteries
of skin
vowels displaced by wonder –
breath where longing pools
margins far too wide
to keep us in

numbers resurrected
one more place to be –
were ever there
a crime of destinies
line by line
rhythm caught in places
never said –
mark the page
for keeping me –
held by love again

. . .

on and on ~

10 Thursday Jan 2013

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when voice
is forgotten
might words have their say
and sit in the silence
of dreams

fastened to longing
as a string to the sky
where wishes float
back to the last
lonely night

when names
are forgotten
but fortunate few
are gifted a side
in the telling

might then I be known
as a star sailed away
or stillness where
echoes one voice

fieldstones ~

01 Tuesday Jan 2013

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become

of numbers rolled over
I have not regret –
for the places
and faces
unknown to forget
were the journey just starting
became of my days
and always – a way
just beyond

redeemed
by compassion
for all I would know
and worry not long
for the past
letting go
as sunrise
bears witness
to the first fall of dew
will twilight remember
the same

fieldstones of granite
jasper and coal
diamonds recalled to the sky
whispers
made dearer
some silent retreat
float through a night
such as I

reminding me still
of the places I go –
and worlds just beyond
I remain
a blush to a moment
unburdened by time –
as hands fitting hands
now again

into this echo
into this sound
of all that is yet to behold
rivers of truth
have no worry for less –
as love streams
in light to my soul

. . .