close enough ~

30 Thursday Jan 2014

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becoming, breath, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, old maps, passion, postmark, reason, resurrection, sacred intimacy, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, understanding, wandering, wisdom

settle these drums
tender this song –
(remember)
and I shall be made
the place
where memory
melts (into light)
as distance
these musings
to fade

as ink
through the years
pressed between hands
(folded)
the length of goodbye
a voice without
season
sealed into word
and worn into place
(as tears
left to dry)

for a time
(not so fleeting)
as breath
close enough
is kept on a shelf
in the dark
counted (the ways)
mere steps from me now
retrieving the flame
from embers –
a spark

were moments
(of holding)
forever so near
could see out beyond
all we knew
was life
worth returning
(again
and again)
as a star
to believing –
(remembered) us
new

. . .

every always ~

16 Thursday Jan 2014

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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breath, connection, destiny, faith, fearless, forgiveness, fortune, grace, knowledge, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, restless, resurrection, sacred intimacy, self, spirituality, star crossed, truth, understanding, value

chart your stars
across these hands
lean your faith into
each
and every
always –
come anew

where broken
there
the healing holds
a place worth
turning home
– a scar I love
remains of all
I’ve known

gather me
to memory –
of love
as best I keep
unthwarted by
decisions
settled deep

fold to dreams
the lives between
the first kiss
and the last
longing –
all I carry
of the past

spare your fate
for weakness –
as strength
before the flight
trusting yet the waking –
dawn to catch
the night

. . .

call me home ~

01 Wednesday Jan 2014

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry

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o tender heart
what distance tears
the keeper
from the seeking
what words
were never heard
(I hear them still)
tender as
ten thousand
tiny wings above
the timbers –
(call me home)
surrendered
as I will

o longing (stay)
within this breast
of all I’ve not forsaken
to know you then
– the path begins
anew
where and why
the truth
(is never gone
from us forever)
returning me
across the night
to you

. . .

back again ~

17 Tuesday Dec 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Soapbox

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cherokee, connection, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, karma, life, passion, reason, relationship, resurrection, spirit, understanding, wandering, wisdom

would for the worst
the rest betray –
the coming back
to wander
would trade for none
the imprint won
by promise torn assunder

reborn again
a lifetime more –
and cast them out
as vile
removed the burden
judgement made
for every firm denial

a dime or so
would three or four
be wealth to one of these
or kindness fit
as words so soft –
each sorrow to release

into this lowly circle
was drawn for us
in time –
forgotten not the reasons
– every coming back
to find

the one to wait
with arms held wide –
eyes are blazing bright
remembered for
another day
beyond this chance
delight

were not for them
or for the clouds
who passed
the way with you –
were angels watching ever
come to know the world
you knew

. . .

where spring endures ~

07 Saturday Dec 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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becoming, blessings, breath, connection, death, faith, family, grace, gratitude, gravel roads, grief, knowledge, letting go, life, love, memory, moments, no matter what, old maps, passion, reason, relationship, resurrection, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, understanding, value, what we keep, worth

worried
for the ways ahead
a pathway through the dark
where whispers
surely gather
me to home
memories
and might have beens
grace in stories
written
drawn upon my heart
by places known

lay for me
a softer place
just beyond the winter
love is come
and I
resolved to these
the way was mine
as life became
more my soul shall carry
grieving all
shall bring me
to my knees

tho surely this
for all I keep –
the worth
is worth the weighting
for just beyond
are spirits bound
by truth
reminders of forever
one more day
where spring endures
while here I kneel
– grateful for
each bruise

. . .

before the last eternity ~

04 Wednesday Dec 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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becoming, breath, death, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, grace, knowledge, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, reason, restless, resurrection, spirit, spirituality, truth, understanding, value, wandering, woman, wonder

wake this soul
some distant dawn
warmth before the body goes
before the last
eternity –
speak of love
that I might know

of pages
I was smitten here
heaven held between the lines
wasted come
the morning news –
to steal of days
this mortal rhyme

quiet stirs
in wordless breath –
as sweetly drawn
within
the memory
where dreamed
I loved –
awakens me again

when sworn to less
I cannot bear
the giving up to leave
a change of plans
a path disturbed
of longing
– how
I grieve

. . .

places I belong ~

27 Wednesday Nov 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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becoming, bliss, breath, connection, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gratitude, knowledge, life, love, old maps, passion, reason, resurrection, sacred intimacy, southern, spirit, spirituality, strength, understanding, wisdom, wonder

before
and still
I have as then
a reason
to remember
the winds are calling
– even now
I rise

to watch
a wave of feathers
course a southern moon
a sea of countless
graces
for my eyes

closing now
where silent sits
in dusted rafters
– soul
gathers unto places
I belong

heart
of one
I know as more
time shall ne’er erase
the music
of becoming –
sacred
song

. . .

only me to tell ~

24 Sunday Nov 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling, verse

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becoming, breath, death, destiny, faith, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, life, love, memory, old maps, poetry, reason, restless, resurrection, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, understanding, value

somewhere
not so far
they know
of times before
my time –
of songs I couldn’t sing
they sang me well
promised
by the coming back
for one more life
more love –
words were left
with only me
to tell

of faraway
and where I’ll be
to one day
want again –
renewed within the
memory of soul
longing
curses now the pen
with visions
of the dawn
dream me back
the ways
of letting go