21 Wednesday Jan 2015
Posted in a time for telling, Poetry
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becoming, bliss, breath, connection, conscious consciousness, destiny, dreams, faith, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, life, love, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, say nothing, spirit, truth, understanding, wisdom, worth
of the places
you find me
might this be the last
a fever relenting
as tears
from the past
a once more
beginning
of destinies filled –
are graces unfolded
and reason
revealed
. . .
09 Tuesday Dec 2014
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becoming, beginning, connection, conscious consciousness, destiny, faith, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, old maps, passion, reason, relationship, spirit, truth, understanding, wandering, wonder
whispers
and lies
feel the same
in the dark
weeping for somebody’s baby
promises spared
the condition of truth
ache is made home
where heart
used to be
a quiet resolved
to sleep ‘neath the bed
with secrets
the same
as dared we repeat
a tortured relearning
the language of love
poetry warmed
by the tongue
snowflake
and feather
briar and lace
scripture
and where have you been
wrapped in a story
tell me anew
of a blush
bleeding soft
thru the pines
. . .
28 Friday Nov 2014
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bliss, cherokee, connection, destiny, dreams, grace, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, reason, relationship, spirit, truth, value, wandering, wonder
of places
this reminds me
of some other
you were there
do you remember
how the stars
were in my hair
when you lay
in moss beneath the night
was I your angel light
a kiss I keep
reminds me this
of you
. . .
26 Wednesday Nov 2014
Posted in a time for telling, Poetry, Rambling
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becoming, connection, destiny, dreams, faith, family, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gratefulness, gravel roads, knowledge, life, living, love, memory, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, restless, spirit, truth, understanding, wandering, wisdom
daybreak wears
a yellow dress
longer than july
and wonders to the boys
with woolen hands
summers gone
and one more ring
was promise to endure
the golden age
the turning page
resigned
by one
was I another
slept beyond my prime
cursing at a dream
for letting go
held in place by whispers
dare I make the bed
and worry then
for where my pen
was laid
fingers trace
the only proof
someone locked the door
a name for places
I can scarce recall
a life before the living
let of me to leave
photographs
and what of then
remains to be
again
swept beyond
the reaches
of a faraway resolve
some other dream
remembers me
to home
. . .
23 Sunday Nov 2014
Posted in a time for telling, Poetry
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becoming, connection, conscious consciousness, divine, eternal, fearless, grace, knowledge, life, living, love, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, relationship, sacred intimacy, spirit, star crossed, stars, truth, value, wonder
a moment of holy
sacred divine
as light thru the memory
of windows
we were
remembered another
thought we became
a star not yet fallen
a wish not yet made
a beginning more tender
than words could endure
or touch
could be trusted
to keep
. . .
23 Sunday Nov 2014
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bliss, breath, conscious consciousness, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, life, love, magic, memory, nature, poetry, reason, spirit, spirituality, sweeter now, truth, value, wonder
winter pulls
against my boots
(carry me away)
to plant my dreams
where now the wheat
turns grey
smoke
above an evening (rest)
lives I must have known
are gathered sweet
memories (to stone)
a verse
or two –
(remains of sins)
nurtured by the spring
ashes fall
(snowflakes) whispering
. . .
16 Sunday Nov 2014
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becoming, bliss, breath, connection, destiny, forgiveness, grace, home, knowledge, life, love, old maps, poetry, reason, reminders, sacred intimacy, sometimes you, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, value, wandering, wisdom
sometimes
the wind holds me aloft –
denied the tempting to fall
a night bird cries
and all I hear is your voice
a sweet understanding
sits with the pines
a flutter of song
remembers me home
musing released as a sigh –
stardust mingles with dew
breathless to find
the reason we came
was ever
only
to love
. . .
10 Monday Nov 2014
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becoming, bliss, connection, conscious consciousness, destiny, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, love, memory, old maps, passion, reason, restless, spirit, truth, understanding, wandering
of aches
I’ve come to know
too well
of lazy sunday mornings
when tempeted by a dreamer
back to bed
took no regard
for lessons –
a preacher’s silent rants
of destinies approaching
flowers in my hand
was almost none
to matter
a place where I was not
a fleeting stare
of sullen disregard
for sins already offered
confession getting cold
eyes on the horizon
a place
to weight me down
where once a storm was rumored
warning me of tears
the morning pulling in
across the pines
afraid for days beyond the next
firey passion slept
warm against the longing
sunday kept
. . .
08 Saturday Nov 2014
Posted in a time for telling, Poetry
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becoming, connection, conscious consciousness, destiny, faith, family, fearless, grace, gravel roads, home, knowledge, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, poetry, postmark, reason, restless, southern, spirit, truth, understanding, value, wandering
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
. . .
05 Wednesday Nov 2014
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bliss, cherokee, connection, destiny, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, restless, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, wandering
within the still
where I have found you
ten thousand more
than lives I might
have strained to hear
a distant voice –
speaks to me
at night
sometimes
when shadows form
a sweet caress
and I am swept afar
into the place
was here your story
mine
. . .
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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