broken plates ~

20 Thursday Oct 2022

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faith to come around, love, recovery, remembered to home, renewal, time, trust, truth

from places
love was started –
without want
for something more
than a hand to hold
a tender want
to feed –
was there
when first you understood
how wrong a right
could be
how hands once
open wide
could close a door

from places
long forsaken
someone learns
to speak our name
as stories spin
life begins
from destinies untold –
lines are crossed
no going back
on this returning home
want no longer
waiting us –
another hand
to hold

. . .

beneath the frost ~

14 Friday Dec 2018

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry, spirituality

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endearing, gathering, lessons, life, love, remembered to home, song, soul, time, truth

beneath the frost

were that I some mistletoe
strung above your bed
a cup of bitter coffee
(long forgot)
survivors of another
time I thought to leave
you begged me wait (the winter)
warmth beneath the frost
I cannot speak
for vows betrayed –
what is (what isn’t) true
how many lifetimes
might I brave –
for one more breath
(of you)

. . .

if e’er we were loved ~

23 Wednesday Nov 2016

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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divine responsibility, home, light, love, moments, night, remembered to home, sacred intimacy, truth, when all we believed is found none

dark-railroad-landscape-wallpaper-hd

were a glimpse
of forever
a moment too much
a sigh
(ne’er the same)
as a touch
as a whisper of longing
loosed on the night
were wings
(us surrounding)
with prisms of light
each sacred reminder
of where we have been
and the ways
back to living –
we were gifted (again)
removed from the memory
as sparse was to know
if e’er we were loved
by another (let go)
every call to redemption
was a goodbye (erased)
by the flush of
forgiveness –
delivered as grace

. . .

name to evermore ~

13 Friday May 2016

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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celebration of love, comfort, light, memory, remembered to home, seasons, seeing in the dark, spirit, time, trust, worth

wherestillIamknown

5/13/2016
5:01 AM

solace sleeps
in sheets of light
beyond the reach
of pain
stronger now
the heart
that once was broke
mended by forgiveness
longing undenied
holds the same
eternal flame aloft
giving breath
to shadows
name to evermore
dawn to chase
the memory of night

. . .

another past ~

29 Friday Apr 2016

Posted by tornadoday in home, Poetry

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endless, home, life, love, remembered to home, returning, sacred intimacy, sweet, time, touch, travel

nearandyetnear

whene’er
the spell of twilight
burns
to steal a sky so blue ~
will then I pause
my heart in wonder
how much of time
tis breath
til you
and I are found ~
when days no longer
move to block the path returned
how many stars
were wishes trailing ~
trade but for some other
spurned –
will find a place
within my soul
reflections of another past
nights
when I was famous ~
even so ~
left my name
amid your secrets
fallen stars
now taking hold

. . .

seed ~

29 Friday Jan 2016

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

≈ 10 Comments

Tags

breath, distance, home, life, longing, love, memory, remembered to home, sometimes, story, time, truth

onceuponame

busy me
with breathing
broken vine
of write me down
strain
to tell (again)

these stories I’m become
(the memory)
of tears
shed to seed the
only morning after

where thunder –
silent strumming
tho none (but one) can hear
wings against this waking
remind my soul
(commit my heart)
to dream

night birds
just beyond the reach
of reaching (into day)
secrets
sworn to flannel
rest beneath my
willing

words
(where none
are needed)
beyond what love
can say

. . .

dreamers curse ~

27 Tuesday Jan 2015

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry

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becoming, connection, conscious consciousness, destiny, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, remembered to home, sacred intimacy, strength, understanding, wandering, wisdom, wonder

would that I
could love you more
than poets e’er could pen
or dreamers curse
the seasons
come between
arms to overflowing
lips of morning blush
of all I’ve known
no other near the same

awakened
by my sweet caress
breath of winter snow
ashes fall –
to hide the path
again
reason sleeps
where longing
put the bed up long ago
crushed beneath
a silent
let me in

lest touch betray
this faultless fate –
of memories made true
sanctity
denied a sacred vow
a moment cleft
from all the rest
these thoughts
of turning home
another day
ten thousand years
from now

. . .

delivered from rust ~

17 Thursday Apr 2014

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry, Rambling, Storytelling

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breath, connection, conscious consciousness, destiny, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, postmark, remembered to home, restless, spirit, strength, the way back to you, truth, understanding, value, wandering

were there more
than one season
a flood before draught
a whisper of knowing
lines never
crossed

in the telling
compelling me
backwards to place
recorded my will –
on wallpaper scrolls

history layered
by news of goodbye
to welcome
the best of me
home
delivered from rust
the remains of a sigh
a moment denied
the pulling apart –
is worn by my soul
into dust

as longing recalls me
– remember
these steps
in returning
of time to the shelf
as lies from the meaning
of all we had learned –
blessings
to follow us
back through the dark

candles warmed
as smoke rings to glass
the pull of the moon
looking in

were ever another
a reason to die –
seeds I was planting
somewhere
before spring

fashioning shadow
from passionate bud
beholding in me –
their purpose became –
blackberry
thistle
and where have you gone
crushed in the leaving
by sweet
muscadine –