blue moon ~

28 Tuesday Apr 2020

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling, spirituality

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familiar unfamiliar, home, life, love, memory, quiet, solitude, sometimes, summer, that thing I do, time, writing in the dark

alonewithme

sweet
the quietude becoming
ashes blown
now blue
the moon
recalled to breath
another summer
a long cold porch
leaving soon
the memory
of goodbye

. . .

crossed –

28 Saturday Sep 2019

Posted by tornadoday in Storytelling, Uncategorized

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a place for us, a time for telling, all I know of living, blessings, circle of life, journey, life, love, quiet, searching, sweet

was I the one
was I the reason
once you crossed
a tempest sea –
tamed the storm
a sweet redemption
from the waters rise
conceived

silver blades
guard the river –
silent vespers
calm the waves
– wherever one
another searches
for the one
we’re come to save

. . .

another waiting ~

03 Friday Aug 2018

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality

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emily, endearing faith, home, life, love, quiet, silence, solitude, sometimes, still, strength, time, truth, words

cometome

stilled was I
a moment longer
than e’er my tender soul could spare
than e’er my heart
undone by breaking –
could find anew the will to bear

eternities
began and stranded
within the want for one more day
within the swell
of breath surrendered –
as promise come from faraway

a name returned –
from silent keeping
defies the watch of space and time
where once a kiss –
another waiting
as evidence of faith divine

. . .

in the midst of an everyday ~

13 Monday Nov 2017

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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dreams, life, love, mystery, quiet, restlessness, solitude, time, truth, understanding

somewherestill

when quiet falls
against your world
in the midst
of an everyday ~
do you wander
to a place
beyond your dreams

do you lie awake
til morning comes
unaware of the restlessness
that wears against
eternity
it seems

do you recollect
the way it was ~
a feeling
the same as then
does love remain
the proof of a life
redeemed

. . .

let the night ~

10 Wednesday Aug 2016

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blessing, life, love, old maps, quiet, remembering, sacred intimacy, seasons, stutter, time, touch, truth

sweetly

within the shy
of noonday shade
how many more
were memories left
untended for the keeping
unashamed the letting go
words content
to let another know
of moments
not so distant
perhaps some other life
roads for crossing
over
let the night
free us yet
from tangled dreams
transgressions of before
let me sleep
within your
wanting arms
listen
there the speaking
of night birds
to the moon
– of trembling hearts
resolved to touch
the dawn

. . .

held in place ~

13 Sunday Dec 2015

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angels, change, dreams, grace, heros, home, love, memory, quiet, salvation, seasons, solitude, still, time

in the cool dense
where sunlight spreads
across my winter bed
words are left
to whispers on the night
memories
and all that was
before the same again
names so rarely spoken
– now a sigh

of once upon a spring
bouquet
we knew before we knew
as shadows cast
by honeysuckle vine
hands to fit
where heros lay –
promise feels the same
as one to love
held in place
divine

. . .