21 Friday May 2021
let me be
until I fade
ragged edges flecked
with blue
a memory reliant
as unstable
let me be
shake me from these ashes
rattle with my bones
til a song emerges
cleanly
as one you know
let me be
til I am lost –
til I am
found
. . .
23 Tuesday Mar 2021
Posted in Poetry, spirituality, verse
of moments shared
the count too few –
a route for getting back
runs east to west
and north beyond my view
pages torn
and photos faded
where am I to go
when every shred of evidence
is nothing I can hold
no souvenirs
or passion cleft –
no path we walked along
no proof exists beyond my heart
of love we must have known
can’t change the rules
to resurrect
a life before you came
the girl I was before I learned
the taste that was your name
if e’er a means were garnered
and I with time to prove
how long the waste in seeking
all I know as truth
of stars where darkness
used to be
solace for days between
truth I held when no one knew
how it was
to dream
. . .
13 Tuesday Mar 2018
Tags
destiny, eternal, evidence everywhere, forgotten, life, love, pages, promise, proof, purpose, remembering, sometimes, the path
from pages torn
a story telling
of times before I cannot say
the journey through
or where I found you
somewhere lost along the way
of fields and flowers
dirt poor mornings –
with honeysuckle pillows there
I knew you
in the sweetest way –
by moments scattered
everywhere
of promise shared
and others buried –
to make a fire of bodies worn
by something more than everafter –
seasons cleft
another born
into a place
of resurrection –
names the least of all we knew
how it was
the soul remembered
the road I took
in finding you
. . .
30 Wednesday Apr 2014
Posted in a time for telling, Poetry
Tags
becoming, breath, connection, conscious consciousness, dreams, faith, fearless, grace, intuition, knowledge, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, poetry, proof, spirit, truth, understanding, unremembering, wandering, woman, worth
how gently move
these brittle bones
from evermore to waking
eternities
beneath my pillow
cold
were traded once
as came a dream –
get me back
by morning
before the sun –
her fingers brushing
gold
to places
braided silver
are memories remiss
– a photograph
tendered not
by name
a blush
of april blossom
tangled in my hair –
moments lent
of heaven
to reclaim
pages yet
unburdened
of all that I might say
were secrets meant
my senses
to restore
a haunting recollection
of windows
open still –
a silent moon
and footprints
on the floor
how gently move
these brittle bones
from evermore to waking
. . .
08 Tuesday Apr 2014
Posted in a time for telling, Poetry
Tags
becoming, connection, conscious consciousness, destiny, faith, fearless, knowledge, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, proof, reason, restless, soul, spirit, spirituality, understanding, value, wonder
so sure my soul
recalls your breath
tho how and when –
I shudder
forgotten here
where circumstance remains
when pulled into
your memory –
as light within
your light –
as vapor unremembered
by the flame
of moments held
so fragile
I dare not speak aloud
of where
the wonder slept –
between us
now
as strangers
to believing –
of another place we came
familiar once
as golden still
the sun
. . .
07 Sunday Apr 2013
Posted in Poetry
Tags
becoming, bliss, cherokee, connection, dreams, earth, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, heaven, kentucky, life, living, love, nature, old maps, passion, proof, reason, restless, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, understanding, unseen miracles, wisdom, wonder
roll me down
against the stones
float my soul
to heaven
turn my eyes
to stary skies
most have never seen
I’ve heard a few
were painted
to ancient chapel walls
and wondered I
of fools
to never know
a blacker veil
wraps the edge
of city lights for reaching
diamond fields
unnoticed by the sun
fireflies
forgotten
by a wish that fell
one summer –
chasing dreams of magic
– lightning
to the ground
. . .
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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