psalms ~

27 Thursday Dec 2012

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caneyfork

in the breath
forever caught between –
they held me in their hands
waiting in the stillness
for the clouds to part
for lungs to memorize the cold –
thunder gathered thick
before the storm

then someone said “amen”
and they let go….

and I drifted
like a psalm –
a puff of smoke
spread like morning fog upon the water
held by the wind
rushed by the waves
to gather me home

forever one with the river
forever one with their song
some sat down
others ran beside
forever one with the current
one with their hands

never having to say goodbye
the river took us all

. . .

as one ~

12 Wednesday Dec 2012

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sometimesIfly

fall
as the warmth
to my shoulders
rest as a balm to my pain
breathe as I breathe
go as I go
and wrap me to love
in your rain

rise as I rise
in the sweet morning glow
fill me to flush –
with your rhyme
leave me to want
some tenderness here
of all that I am –
a sinner divine

sing as I sing
in places of sorrow
calm every storm of dismay
dance as I dance
move as I move
and strain not my heart
by the giving away

still
as the dew
clings to the petals
fearless embrace by the sun
breathless as starlings
burst from the trees
fly as I fly
remembered as one

while we sleep ~

03 Monday Dec 2012

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dreamer

across the ancient cool
of dawning –
light is spilled
to loving grace
reminders of a season
gathered –
and kept the night
in folds of lace

of words became
as birth to shadows –
whispers once
confined to skin
heaven knows of realms
we traveled –
holds us now
the same as then

spring to winter
summer – fall
lifetimes passing
while we sleep
e’er from dreams
the bloom remembered
daylight warmed
by love we keep

. . .

ascension ~

16 Friday Nov 2012

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as longing to lead
wisdom unfurling –
words unpretentious
grow silent today
drifted the dreamer
when held by compassion –
as winter white sands
swept the springtime
away

sweet
indiscretion –
of fortunes to one
as pulled from the mountains
and pushed to the sail
beautiful stillness
paints our forgiveness –
in letters unopened
the truth to foretell

let me to wander
life as a sparrow –
floating on sunlight
ten feet off the ground
known as I’m knowing
to seasons
no stranger –

winter falls slowly
in places I’m found

gone blue ~

15 Thursday Nov 2012

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as thought to a moment
lotus gone blue
spinning my soul out of sight
love clings to wonder
the hand without hold
as warmth swept aside
when lonely
is come

as rush to the willows
the breezes of May
have carried
to spirit the secrets we saved
eastern to rise
as a once faithful star
come softly to nights
where I lay

were not for the one
to know of me now –
ages and graces undone
pull me beside
as stories retold
and I’ll fold to tears
every time

garner me truth
I can’t say I’ll know
tho once held the name
of another I knew
places somewhere –
they whisper of me –
as lotus too long
letting go

blue to smoke ~

07 Wednesday Nov 2012

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remember me
to empty arms –
an ember of belonging
places reconstructed by the light
remember these
of mysteries –
awaited your divine
petals opened now
will never close

remember me
the dapple sun –
as folded to her rising
the memory of raindrops
on the lawn
garner me
a time to tell –
promises forgotten
of breath returned in secret
blue within the smoke

remember me
as ink professed –
chapters now fulfilling
markers where the end was meant to be
carry love
as autumn crops –
harvest for the journey
a winter not yet satisfied
of snowflakes
gathering

remember me
of falling down –
and evenings spooled with grace
of slow unwinds
beneath the pines –
to bring me back this way
remember us –
to evermore
was there we first began
with hope for one more season
to every might have been

remember me –
the summer storm
of winter
to the trees

. . .

mirrors ~

02 Friday Nov 2012

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give me to blue jeans
jasper and jasmine
tiny white pearls weaved into thread –
storied collection
of people and places
someone I miss
was somebody said

of boys and their business
pretention of men
and swore they could be
what they were in my eyes
angels (and demons)
traded a lifetime
of moments
and secrets
and sighs

breathe of the pages
the sweet smell of paper
rhyme
where there never was rhyme
flight resurrected
from limestone and sparrow
was heaven made whole –
these pieces of time

forgiven myself
for acts of transgression
felt something more
than the warm rise of breath
old silver coins
float in the fountain –
eternity more
than a strange
little death

spare me to words
gifts of forever –
are written to places
of cotton and steel
get me to home
while the crops are still standing
let me down easy
the stories are real

fourteen stones ~

31 Wednesday Oct 2012

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other times
of those I knew
much more (than I could see)
how swift the words
to take me by surprise
(wished for more)
than one last time
could never hold my reason
fell to places
just beyond (your eyes)

tangerine and jasper suns
muscadine and paper
was more (to me) for knowing
a safer side of truth
without a plan to understand
when told of ancient places
ribbons now (the color
of my shoes)

loving roads
and fourteen stones
between the house and heaven
rows and rhyme
to screen doors shut (behind)
mysteries of make believe
who are you (I wonder)
took the road for leaving
with something (still)
to find

morning shakes
as living takes
a sunrise (more than needed)
to lie against the night
and count my scars
once or twice the coming round
my wilderness to wander
slept beneath (the window
talking with) the stars

secrets spared
the room to share
and some things can’t be given
e’er presence
give us lives (to comprehend)
mourning doves confess to love
and wait the night another
as quiet stills the twilight
with knowing you
(again)

split apart ~

30 Tuesday Oct 2012

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rob the cradle
now to sound
of lullabies unspoken
forgiven to the dusk –
I know your light

slipped as felt
beneath the sheets
truth I should have noted
was pressed into my pillow
by release

guard these long
forsaken dreams –
kisses without memory
of where we’ll be tomorrow
split apart

darn my socks
and stir my soup –
bring my coffee morning
and I shall write a poem
to your face

slowly
with the ink of trust
pages to consider
as shadows falling backward
to the dark

prayers ~

29 Monday Oct 2012

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in the space
beyond my vision –
where the edge of night is pried
from places just beneath
the wet down world
as quiet weaves
I sit as one –
an almost ended light
close my eyes
and hear their tender
prayers –

embarassment of beetles
for the cricket
knew their shame
tho sworn to keep a secret
of the dark –
needles working endless
to make for us a shawl
would hide the night
and shade the face
of day

flickers of surrender
wings were beating blind –
denied the fault of others
fell before
as embers to the smoke
reflections of the lake
spinning top
is burdened now
with lace

while just beyond
my breathing
green her blue goodbye
as moonlight gives
my hiding place away
love remembers where I stood
beneath a winter veil –
smelled of pine
and spoke to me
by name