nothing else ~

04 Thursday May 2017

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dreams, home, life, love, nature, nothing is ever lost, reminders, seasons, sometimes still, time, whispers

duck river

how is it now
the past is come
scattered by the wind
hardened crumbs
were once a croissant
dreams we shared
with ne’er a thought
of sunset o’er the break
darkness settled deep
into our bones
houses kept apart
from joy
bliss we dared believe
the dawn would press
warmth to sleepy eyes
assurance of remember me
lest nothing else make sense
heaven held to shadows –
dusted yesterdays

. . .

another almost this ~

27 Thursday Apr 2017

Posted by tornadoday in home, Poetry, Storytelling

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abundance, closer to home, dreams, faith, life, love, reminders, truth

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I dreamed
beyond the edges
into a thicker deep
where buttercup and lilac
weaved a spot of shade
of one more
ever after
one more winter past
rocking chairs
wherein my laughter sits
reminders of another day
another almost
this
nights when not a one
were stars
we made

. . .

Author’s Note: Many years back, my sister gifted my daddy with a concrete bunny for Father’s Day. It sat in the grass next to an aging bird bath, with one exception. When it was time for mowing, my daddy would lift the bunny to sit atop the bird bath so that it wouldn’t be accidentally forgotten, damaging both the bunny and the blade. For almost two years now, it has sat atop the birdbath. Though time has passed, we know the hands that put it there and have no desire to displace it.

How often do we need reminders of love?

. . .

of promise ~

14 Tuesday Mar 2017

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age, knowing, life, love, memory, redemption, reminders, seasons, time, truth

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of years
now passed
surrender
as breath remembers
breath
as dust recalls
another path
weary walkers
one

promise burst
as blessing
seeds of promise
dear
blossoms now
in everything
beneath
the ageless
sun

. . .

so it seems ~

02 Thursday Mar 2017

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across and through, breath, divine, knowing what we know, life, love, reminders, sacred intimacy, seasons, soul, time, truth

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morning streams
reminders still
of just how close
forever willed
in sheets of cotton
patchwork vine
as crimson burned
into our time
another was
(and e’er shall be)
written to
the passing days
unspoken
e’er as lips are cooled
but held as memory
(so it seems)
survivors of a promise rent
from faraway
so near the night
where once we slept
another dreams

. . .

light through the window ~

17 Tuesday Jan 2017

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blessing, bliss, gifts, grace, home, joy, life, light, love, nature, remembering, reminders, understanding

always

As of late, it seems I struggle with words.

No, that’s not right. It’s not a struggle really. It seems more I am resigned to a place unfamiliar (and yet not). It is a quiet peace, perhaps even a place created by grief, but not unwelcomed or uncomfortable.

It is a time of adjustment, acceptance, and clarity ~ a period of understanding that I have wondered might be related to aging, loss, or faith. Regardless, it is not cursed or filled with anxiousness. It is an unexpected blessing, a realization of grace, of love.

I miss my daddy, but it is not an ache that leaves me restless, looking for answers that I already possess. Rather, it is the little things where I find myself wishing he could share it with me (just before realizing that he does). When I round the curve on the road home and notice a group of more than twenty deer in the field near the woods; in wings fluttering along the fence line as I tend the feeder; a light through the window when I awake to the sound of my name.

Blessings.

Time is nothing but an invisible marker, a thread binding us forever to a moment – or rather binding the moment to us so that it is always the same, as near as our next breath. Ours.

We are never without love.

. . .

longer still ~

22 Tuesday Nov 2016

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breaking, choice, forgotten, home, life, loosened, lost, love, mystery, reminders, time

dreamy

for every time
another played –
some other passing by
a dream was I
becoming
another sweet embrace
hands betraying
voices
whispers to the dark
promise made
was ne’er a promise come
to find the weary
lead me back
across the deep divide
recalled as one
another life denied
lead me
love me –
longer still
when moons are shining
brave
when souls are worn
by names we never
said

. . .

poppy ~

20 Thursday Oct 2016

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dream, home, in no time at all, light, love, memory, reminders, returning, story, truth, unforgotten

anotherday

from places
afar
I wander again
to fields
where poetry grows
yellow and bright
orchid
and poppy
fragrance
(remember)
follows me home

a light
through my window
burns long
the night
reaching beyond
my resolve
to dreams
(not forgotten)
ways I have loved
~ promises left
from the fall

. . .

every please ~

05 Monday Oct 2015

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acceptance, becoming, beginning, death, forever, grace, grief, home, life, love, reminders, soul, truth, unremembering

there are none
the same as I
lovers knitted close
met with ancient
whispers
in the dark
when want
for one more daylight
morning
to confess
fingers weave
in sacred reverie
prayer infused
with promises
holding you this way
once more
let me answer
every please
remain
return
remember
when life is surely gone
carry there my name
on silent lips
let the door be opened
wherein my heart
is kept
free the night
to sail beyond
the pines

. . .

understood ~

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

. . .

embers ~

14 Friday Feb 2014

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I’ve been thinking about this for a day or two….perhaps allowing a bit more time for thoughts to make words.

Several ladies in my office were talking earlier this week about Valentine’s Day, that it is also known as Single Appreciation Day. One wasn’t familiar with the term, and the other was explaining it as a period of celebration for those without Valentines.

A few thoughts came to mind. First, I couldn’t believe they would tell me without expecting some kind of response.

Who needs a valentine to love? ❤

But beyond that – more. Do we really need a day? Really? Shouldn’t we be reminded of love, and to be loving every day? So many of our holidays are with the same purpose, to remind us of things we should know, that we should celebrate every day. Christmas, Easter, Independence Day, Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, Veterans Day… How short is our memory that we would need to be reminded, or that we would need an excuse to show love?

And more….. What proof do we need to know we’re loved? Do we need a box of chocolates to know we matter to someone? I tend to make things way to simple, but there is no one that I love that would ever pass a single night without knowing I love them. Not believing I do – knowing I do. The same with me – I know I am loved. I don’t need proof. Love does that. If we allow it, it changes everything. And I’m not talking about the ‘burn-your-house down’ passion. I’m talking about the embers that remain to warm us throughout our years – on long nights – on cold nights. Embers don’t need words to be.

I’ve seen a post or two lately on this (thank you for the reminder, Jane). Love (true love) simply is. It doesn’t need a place or a time (or a name) to be. Do we need the manifestation to convince us? Ahhh, WE are the manifestation. We are the love. Let us sit softly against the glowing embers and remember (always) that we are loved.

❤
nights
have passed
tho none the same
as once
you spoke my name
embers glow
against me
in the dark
reminders
e’er I need to know
of all I understand
silence bends
in mercy
to the flame

. . .