rings ~

16 Tuesday Sep 2014

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in the vast
unknowing
of all I am yet
an albino lark makes
her nest
in the arms of a cedar
ten thousand rings deep
with a view
of the night –
a candle so bright
would burn up the shadows
as backward to day
is held to her song
as the dark falls away –
rocked into dreams
by the still

. . .

intent ~

14 Sunday Sep 2014

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eighteen more acres
than e’er there were sons
a living pinned down
by the rain

a faded love letter
was certain intent –
could leave every reason
and burn down the barn

with worry for who
will be baptized on Sunday
who will be gone
when the counting begins

of passion worn thru
by belief in forever –
held by the promise
of home

. . .

echoes ~

10 Wednesday Sep 2014

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where am I written
does your soul bear
my name
without memory
of years passed between

are there places
made safe
by the refuge of life
a silence
where hope
is redeemed

by the echo
of heartbeats
wherever you are
another trembles
unseen

where am I written
where am I known
– a love
once made famous
in dreams

. . .

love falling ’round ~

05 Friday Sep 2014

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slow knows the way
at the edge of the orchard
where ruby and emerald
spread o’er the ground
turn when you sense
the river is speaking
your name
like a whisper
of love falling ‘round

just a bit further –
as branches are bent
by the pleasures of sunlight
folded to grace
spun into feathers
by tiny brown beaks
– weaved into shadows
of wishes
and lace

drive
til there’s nothing
but maple and pine
sweetgum and cedar
fluttering leaves
sing with the sparrow
of paradise found –
warm through the window
reminders to breathe

. . .

deeper than grief ~

03 Wednesday Sep 2014

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there are places
untouched
by the passing of time
sorrows much deeper
than grief
a wanting for wisdom
would alter our fate
and take us to home
on wings of belief

to a life
beyond living
unremembered to sin
held as a breath
still blossoming there
shaded by seasons
restored us
from death
as memories held
to the heart
unaware

of colors
remaining
as dust off the fields
the taste of a name
on our tongue
is proof of another –
(sometimes to recall)
blooms on the path
from a dream
we become

. . .

as none we are ~

02 Tuesday Sep 2014

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in moments
of remember
do you wonder
(as I do)
past the echo of the thunder –
past the fall

do you question
still to answer
someone said we might have been
too far (become)
so close
in letting go

to dream
our world (in places)
denied the curse of name
ascribed by stars
(as none we are)
when taken flight
again

of love
there is no
guessing
tis greater than our fears
(took my words)
before I knew
to speak

. . .

by other names ~

31 Sunday Aug 2014

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by other names
my heart is worn –
by other loves
the same

tho not as one
that held the wren
above the darkest storm

with not the fire
a northern trust
to flame
were stars revealed

of wonder
curved against my breast
this racing drum
to still

in places
I am older yet
than e’er these stories know

as one to sail
beyond the night –
with every letting go

. . .

but for another time ~

21 Thursday Aug 2014

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he said
but for another time –
might I leave this world tonight
journey into dreams
and not look back
so certain
you would follow
in the traces left behind
picking up the pieces
I forgot
to let you know

she said
I thought I saw you
on the road just yesterday
standing in the shadows
with sunlight
in your eyes
cheated by the distance –
were those violets in your hand
I turned around
and all I found
were seeds

he said
the truth comes easy
but for times
I turned away
forsaking you the days
(for nights)
between
would that I had known you
before my story set
when all I had to give
was everything

she said
I’ll find my way again
down along the creek
of lessons –
still I wonder about you
someone said
of nothing lost –
a moment without breath

I believe as then
heaven holds
the breeze

. . .

of sorrows your loving would leave ~

20 Wednesday Aug 2014

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will the river
run dry
for a promise beholding
as secret these dreams
held aloft
by the stars
tell me their names
share me to story
of a moment –
eternity
here in your arms

of a place
in the wood
surrendered to blossom
come of a night
you held me
this way
warned me of sorrows
your loving
would leave me

remind me
again –
what of joy to repay

when all
that is left
is a reason for going
when the cool morning air
sits deep in my bones
beg me
remember
the sweet smell of autumn
if e’er I’ve forgotten
my way back
to home

. . .

every only time ~

04 Monday Aug 2014

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sometimes
i can’t help wonder
when the night is pulled around
how much of me is missing –
lives in moments
you have kept
as verses from the message
lines deprived of rhyme
backward now
erasing me –
from every only time

were holding
all that mattered –
might i find you yet again
pressed into forever by the light
waiting as it seemed
for moments i was meant
favored by the universe
carried by the wind
miles from where we started
are places i belong
no different than curses
to the bark
day returns
a story to begin

a far off place
of none compared
remains of secrets traded there
echoes worn to silence
poetry and smoke
are memorized
and written down
as proof of something more
come for me
as once the night awoke
to fnd us gone
remembering
where stars are watching still
forsaken not the promise
never spoke

. . .