14 Friday Dec 2018
Posted in a time for telling, Poetry, spirituality
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)
. . .
23 Wednesday Nov 2016
Posted in Poetry
Tags
divine responsibility, home, light, love, moments, night, remembered to home, sacred intimacy, truth, when all we believed is found none
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
. . .
13 Friday May 2016
Posted in Poetry
Tags
celebration of love, comfort, light, memory, remembered to home, seasons, seeing in the dark, spirit, time, trust, worth
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
. . .
29 Friday Apr 2016
Tags
endless, home, life, love, remembered to home, returning, sacred intimacy, sweet, time, touch, travel
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
. . .
29 Friday Jan 2016
Posted in Poetry, Storytelling
Tags
breath, distance, home, life, longing, love, memory, remembered to home, sometimes, story, time, truth
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
. . .
27 Tuesday Jan 2015
Posted in a time for telling, Poetry
Tags
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
. . .
17 Thursday Apr 2014
Posted in a time for telling, Poetry, Rambling, Storytelling
Tags
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 –
awakened to fall
by a dream
. . .
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