buttons ~

05 Sunday Apr 2015

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was it for this
a silence surrendered
– nights
when I can’t buy a dream
mornings find me
out on the porch
rocking alone –
eyes facing north
fussing with buttons
and cursing
sometimes –
to wonder
(and how I must do that
a lot)
haunted by traces
places untouched
fingers burnt
by beginning

. . .

no harm ~

02 Thursday Apr 2015

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I left my car behind in the parking lot, strolling in the mid-morning wonder that is April in Tennessee. The flowers are stretching and all around, blossoms adorn the trees where just a month ago, ice formed and birds fought for glistening red berries.

I juggled a cup of a coffee, my purse, and a book bag. But then I saw it – an almost perfect nest balanced upon a limb at the edge of the lot. I smiled and took two more steps before I stopped, put all my stuff on the ground, and dug my phone from the side pocket. I stepped a little closer and noticed there was a silent vigil on the nest, a sweet bird but an arm’s length away.

I took a couple of pictures, and another step. As I did, the bird moved a bit closer to the nest, as if to say, “be careful there, you crazy woman; these be the babies of wing’ed dreams”…..

It is indeed a sweet sweet life we are privileged to share. ❤

habits ~

02 Thursday Apr 2015

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someone made mention
of rings on the table
habits worn clean
to the bone
a rusted out latch
keeps no one from leaving
a whispered reminder
of reasons
to stay
where the fences
need mending
and water runs cool
sprung from a river
two miles ‘neath the porch
we watched the sun rise
another
one day
when spoke of intention
promise undone
by a change in the
weather
warm cotton gowns
I dared not replace
with the pretense of love
the essence of summer
left on the line
and a glass
of the best I knew how

. . .

forgive ~

29 Sunday Mar 2015

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forgive of me
a time before
when leaving broke
my heart
before the spring
when as a blossom
burst
to decorate your garden
with perfume
once was mine
before the chase
of dew into the light

pardon me
this lowly salve
of choices to confuse
emotion
spent
and what for love
was done –
as places of your dreaming
where I am unafraid
of longing meant to soothe
this emptiness

as quiet to
an awkward stance
thought you knew me when
by storms awoke
remembered not
my name
forgive of me
this dreadful verse
kept my soul from staying –
the taking back
of love
I meant to give

. . .

memory of none ~

29 Sunday Mar 2015

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reasons
and seasons
worthless regard
for the way
the rain sang
of the desert sometimes
telling anew
with words
scarcely heard
spent in beginning
a search
for the last
place we were almost
torn from the story
redeemed
by the memory
of none

. . .

recalled to me ~

26 Thursday Mar 2015

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the wind
yet remembers
the weight of my willing
another I was
but a girl – only ten
crickets and
tadpoles
blackberry winters
barefoot as
lifetimes
recalled to me then

spirits
carry me
home by the river
out past the waiting
once promised
for us
a truth
undecided
as roads without name
an echo of someone
I used to be –
loved

. . .

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

. . .

known ~

18 Wednesday Mar 2015

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for every time
the times between
somehow
seem longer now
as years before
the winter came
to carry
ash before the first
to fall
snow white paper birds
are nestled there
words of
come to me
without a sound
the warmth that held
a waiting kiss
hands and hearts
and home
seeds
where once we planted
as blossom
we are known

. . .

another we ~

14 Saturday Mar 2015

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I’m the path
where least expected
you found your way
to home
trees the shade
of summer –
breath the same as wind
framed a certain
dreamer
starlight in my hair
to know
as you were knowing me
again

the best
of times
returning us
as cold hard earth beneath
the place you lay
your head
I keep my heart
pressed against the places
still as you were then
finding in a memory
another we
begin

. . .

the gift ~

05 Thursday Mar 2015

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regardless the vow
of uncharted seasons
I cling to the stories
and wait
as the stars
another remember
for how I was knowing –
of light in the darkness
a moment
not far

from the first
I was given
the gift of one more
truth
when promise
was known not to wait
arms reaching softly
to places unseen
words without need
– a lifetime
to say

. . .