blue blade ~

24 Wednesday Apr 2013

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grieve not
the last blue blade
of Kentucky
as years
where the rain fell upon
the reasons for staying
outnumber the stars
– weight to the heart
unconfessed

by the saying aloud
a giving to name
of ways now grown over
as one time I knew –
was proof of the falling
when all that was left
was an echo of days
gone between

breathing
returns me –
as seasons to home
will sit me a sun
at the edge of the sky
pastures made new
by the burning away
– rivers made wild
by our tears

. . .

somewhere long ago ~

18 Thursday Apr 2013

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found before
some other rhyme –
words I knew by heart
tho years have passed
to somewhere
long ago –
held to you my heaven
another line to pen
stars would watch
and wonder –
what we know

save for me
I worry still
of paths you must have taken
drove into a night
beyond my grasp –
never once the taking back
how were you
to find me –
held apart by pieces
some old map –

a promise
to remember
when everything went bad
you’d know my name
a season unrehearsed
papers scattered everywhere
reminders once we were
found a place
within the lines –
a verse

whisper now
so none can hear –
let me feel your stutter
a longing let to loose
upon the wind
dry your tears
and I’ll dry mine –
with faith to cry another
worlds beyond
this falling –
somewhere we
begin

. . .

never set to flight ~

17 Wednesday Apr 2013

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silence wears a locket
of sterling
carved by light –
kept inside – a weave
of seventeen
when passed as life
to colors – raven on the night
clutched against the breast
where wishing held

patience keeps a window
open to the dark –
six long years of waiting
lest he come
as suffering – the nightingale
allegiance to her love
spread against
the fated firmament

memory of waking –
the other side of sleep
has left us not a road
for turning on
clouds of blue azalea
paths where there were none
– a step or more
from where the truth
was found

letting go
at last to wings –
never set to flight
cast against a vision
of the sun
lighter now
as breathing takes
a toll of consequence
shadows lean to grace
was sure to come

. . .

past the point ~

16 Tuesday Apr 2013

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of memory
forgotten me –
my touch is nearly gone
and voices
once were mine –
are softer still
than given to remember
a whisper no one heard
was gifted wing
one night
when in your arms

a name
I almost waited –
a lifetime more for this
past the point
where leaves were turning brown
salvation fears
a fleeting kiss
the taste of mountain streams –
held beneath the waters
of the night

forgiven now
of words unleashed –
hurt beyond the heal –
locks were changed
and poems
burned away
making room for wanting
flickers rush
the smoke –
verses cling and I have none
to keep

mystery defined
as luck –
nightbirds swim the deep
reliving every story
of desire –
swept as clouds
into the dark –
windows of the dawn
names are given
– one more chance
to leave

. . .

ways uncertain ~

16 Tuesday Apr 2013

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did we know
of ways uncertain –
as paths we cleared
between
of rivers wide
and trees against the sky
dew had fallen
somewhere –
into the baby grass
promise made of whispers
morning lies

. . .

just this far ~

13 Saturday Apr 2013

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of places
just this far away –
as the northern edge
of an eastern night
where kentucky knew
of our verse
somehow –
did you know me then
as you know me
now

as a secret path
out beyond the night –
and a long way
back
where there never was
but a soul to free and a will to learn
what would come
undone –
in the turning

an empty field
brushes gold somewhere
as the leaning back
comes to moving on –
will our truth
be known –
to places here
will our names be hard
to remember

of another time
as our journey was –
with a sleeve of maps
folding back
in time
– a needle strong
knew the songs we’d trade
– were the stars
burned out
by a wish we made

. . .

mortal stone ~

11 Thursday Apr 2013

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remember me
to pebbles –
curs’ed love undone –
as truth became a rub
against your soul

the weary plight
of mortal stone –
was broken by the fall
reflecting now
on places –
we’ve forgotten
to recall

to those who wait
and those who keep –
a fire burning hot
are crouched
within the darkness
dreaming now –
of dreaming
not

the coming back
so foolish –
what was meant
of what we said
how many lifetimes
waiting
for someone
to make the bed –

someone
to make the coffee
a love to darn the sheets
how many tears
with no one there
to see

the hurt is buried deeper
than we ever
thought we’d know –
a road runs hard
beside us –
takes of joy
an angry toll

the way of weeds –
of crooked briar
a canopy of braid
is stretched above the path
we meant to take

endearing us
for always
beneath the weight
of life –
standing still
where winter pebbles
graze

. . .

suspension ~

11 Thursday Apr 2013

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had I known
of another –
of times before this
where life was
revealed in shadows
of bliss
and spread into sorrows
one tear could divide
– as oceans were split
our fate to decide

what of this
we were keeping –
what of joy
shall we pay –
shall sleep in the moss
o’er the places
we lay

what blossom
is seeded –
by the ache of despair
shall burst
as a garden –
to fields unaware
of moments we came
or the ways
we once found –
how long was the journey
I wonder

sunrise
the same as it was
just before –
when last I lay down
this journey
to prove –

remembering now
to another
sometime –
as the road I was taken
returns me
anew

. . .