pieces left of home ~

24 Thursday Feb 2022

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faith, home, hope, love, prayers, returning home, rumors of war, together, trust, war

when war is come
and I have prayed
the fathers intervene
to carve a crystal fountain
from the seas
healing hearts
and easing every memory
of loss –
taking back of hurts
we fell between

as tears aligned
with rumor –
sons by sons are grieved
a disillusioned truth
returned as stone
I will sit the night
every night
until the end becomes
a place to start
with pieces left
of home

. . .

caught between ~

28 Friday May 2021

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grace, life, love, memory, poetry, returning home, rhyme, time, words

when echoes
are the only proof
of words
we said that day –
a blush returned
with mention of your name
how many times
the pull of lines
have made for you a bed
a place where you might linger
as every note
is read

I’ve given rhyme
a bit of time –
and still
I find you there
caught between
a poem
and a prayer
a weight of verse
your touch – a place within
committed to a page –
returned whene’er
I reach for you
again

. . .

falling ~

23 Sunday May 2021

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all I really know, allowance, dancing, destinies, falling, love, returning home, story, truth

adrift
trading stories
of this we dared
one chance
to live
forward
back
forgotten to our shoes
falling
breath seeking
breath
a memory
of us –
music
no one else
could play

. . .

met with rhyme –

11 Saturday Apr 2020

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality, Storytelling, Uncategorized

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a light on the porch, all I know of living, family, give it up, life. rememberance, lifetimes, longing, love, poet, returning home

for every time
forgotten you
the road between
begun
and counted for my worries
every mile
for cares
I thought it mattered
now it seems I’ve lost my way
returning your
remembrance
as a smile

a verse or two
maybe three or four
as meter met
with rhyme
stories we were telling
on the way
sits the same
an unlined page
fevered fight with time
how few the poet knows
have less to say

places still
my soul recalls
the miracle of pen
as hush before a poem
we appear
crowded vowels rewritten
backward to my hands
words are given voice
tho none can hear

. . .

all the world ~

07 Tuesday Apr 2020

Posted by tornadoday in home, Poetry, spirituality

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feeling, hands, heart, life, love, nature, returning home, stars, time, trust, truth

home

evening burns
against my skin –
as I recall another
a winters night
ten thousand wishes made
your hands
becoming all the world
had I lived
for just one life
to carry you –
a kiss
I chose to save

. . .

years from where we started ~

25 Wednesday Apr 2018

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry

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comfort, divine knowledge, healing, heartbreak, intimacy, knowing what we know, life, love, memories, returning home, seeing in the dark, truth, understanding, youth

home

before as now
the same as then –
do you remember where and when
the world was new
but so were you
awake to
understanding

afraid and stilled
at finding truth
was never meant to lessen youth
or ease the heart
tho torn apart –
resolved the soul
to hurting

only love
can calm the storm –
years from where we started from
reminders of a time before
calling us to love once more –
cured only by
the aching

. . .

one more evermore ~

05 Wednesday Oct 2016

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Uncategorized

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breath, life, love, nature, returning home, time

come-for-me

where was I
when teardrops fell
dancing in the garden
fingers sweat
with honeysuckle vine
whispering
my reverie ~
as secrets to the morning
lest only then
heaven hear my cry
with prayers
for one more
evermore
roads to take me home
~ as stars along
an endless stretch
of blue

. . .

a light we never knew ~

31 Monday Mar 2014

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

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breath, connection, conscious consciousness, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, life, living, love, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, restless, returning home, sacred intimacy, soul touch, spirit, spirituality, truth, understanding, value, woman

shall I break
as thunderclouds
above the place you dream
or pull my winter shawl
across your grave
forgiven all
but just the one
betrayal to my love
a dawning unencumbered
by my name
shares the fate
of children
as light we never knew
was come of breath
an early death
to save
as hunger from
our last embrace
reclaimed to wilderness
remembers us
to silence
we became