the last get me back ~

01 Wednesday Apr 2015

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once was
a man
I never did know
my daddy
before
he fell into love
whiskey
and fifty two cards
more than most
a heart split apart
by the last
get me back
to a place
not for keeping
returned me
to find
forever had never
been lost
all that was mattered
to the ways
I had come
without need
for a map
or a star
wished upon

. . .

cast of shadows ~

23 Monday Mar 2015

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as I
the road
remembered back
beneath the velvet pines
where once were we
to fit as one
so dear
to touch again
with will the same
as knew
I held your name
beyond the
cast of shadows
a verse
against
my heart

. . .

curved against the clay ~

29 Thursday Jan 2015

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for a while
before I knew you well
were ways I walked alone
lonely nights
curved against the clay
lullabies
to only self
of sometimes stories knew
of places I was going
everywhere and
faraway

beyond
the reach
of one more rise –
one more bitter chill
a sacrifice remembered
in my bones
an aged need
to fill my gut
crooked boards and wine
a place beyond
these places
I am known

where once I stood
on tender soles
and watched the dream released
above the lake
in whispers soft and clear
a breath
I scarce remember how
a moment all the same –
turning back the night
to find you
here

. . .

carved by the stars ~

08 Thursday Jan 2015

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what wonder
forgiveness
professing of less
an emptiness
carved
by the stars
an ageless beginning
was here
that we knew
of the going
tho nothing
would e’er be the same
met with a sweetness
reaching to soul
taking
remaking
all we had known

. . .

smoke rings ~

11 Thursday Dec 2014

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on long nights
when the moon is cool
to wait
(I have before)
spent of breath
my last
to speak (your name)
smoke rings
bear the silence
of spirits gathered home
(time is lost
awaiting signs)
and coming back
the same

ten thousand lives
for one more death
(in places)
we remain
might comfort cling
as hours
for a moment
(held onto)
a change of course
becoming more
than e’er I was (this way)
pulled awake
by dreaming –
signs (before I knew)

. . .

stutter ~

18 Tuesday Nov 2014

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breath, connection, conscious consciousness, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, old maps, passion, poetry, postmark, spirit, truth, value

beyond this mortal stutter
beyond the reach
of night
beyond our thoughts
awaiting words to write

promise seeds a garden
of evermore and sage
verses swarm above
a willing page

quiet speaks
of always
and never makes a sound
wings are raised
– heaven
is come down

longing swells
the lover’s heart
wherever shadows fall –
poems penned
with not a word at all

. . .

of places I am ~

14 Friday Nov 2014

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becoming, breath, connection, destiny, family, grace, gravel roads, life, living, love, old maps, passion, postmark, southern, spirit, strength, value

pay no mind
to the weathered boards
paint replaced
by decay
steps worn down
as proof of a life
shutters
broken and gray

of places
I am
if ever was once
a memory
shining and new
windows undimmed
by the breaking apart
glisten with love
shining thru

. . .

the shape of words ~

08 Saturday Nov 2014

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once
and I was here before
watching from the window
on a piece of land
and thirteen stones
by name

thirty steps
from screen to gate
sixteen more to leaving
headlights swept
above a gravel plan

dusty now
to keepsake hopes
by one of me forgotten
crayola words
tho who to recognize
the shape of words
spilling verse
counting back to heaven

crooked boards
remember me
a poem undefined

. . .

rainbows ~

31 Friday Oct 2014

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morning
and I hear
soul in the rain
dancing the two step
on tin

shimmering light
as rainbows
I colored
of faraway places
retracing
again

soft recollection
of kiss
and caress
storms in the forest
– dreams
we begin

branches
are touching
where music still plays
a murmur
of longing
let loose
to the wind

. . .

left on the morning ~

30 Thursday Oct 2014

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becoming, bliss, connection, destiny, faith, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, life, love, nature, old maps, passion, postmark, reason, southern, spirit, truth, understanding, wandering, wisdom

destiny sleeps
in sheets of november
a provision
of summers long passed
bested in shades –
a blush yet becoming
the same as was once
you saw me
this way

kissed by the shadows
and left
on the morning
wanting for nothing
but another first time
returning as blossom
unremembered
to falling

as thistle to reason –
longing divine

let me to find you
when snow
bends the cedars
as wintertime warmed
to a place
by my name
take of my always
one more hereafter
sleep where I’m dreaming
with memories
of may

. . .