Posted in Poetry, Rambling, spirituality
would that you knew me
one night on the run –
out past the place fences
were strung
out past the memory
of all we’ve become –
tis a place
you knew me this way
as light
through a bonnet of cedar
and vine –
beckoning planets
the color of jade
bound us together
beyond what was lost –
tears fell a river
of rain
ribbons and lace
the burden of grace –
cigarettes burned down
the barn
dare my assumption
for all I held dear –
as near to my heart
once the stars
. . .
25 Wednesday Sep 2019
Posted in Poetry, spirituality
Tags
a walk in the woods, autumn, blessings of the heart, fall, home, morning, nature, rural, solace, southern, spirit, truth
wandering
an ageless road
strung beneath the pines
daybreak floats
beneath a southern sky
a gentle breeze –
the scent of smoke –
a distant welcome home
remembering the way
I was –
the way I came
to know
. . .
29 Thursday Aug 2019
Posted in Poetry, spirituality
when crickets moan
their soulful song –
without regard for light
denied the proof
dying might ignite
mystery of wire and rim
violins somewhere
bend against the stillness –
a lonesome none can bear
I knew you then
you heard my smile
across the night’s embrace
while crickets
kept reminders –
a melody of grace
. . .
10 Wednesday Jun 2015
Posted in perfect country song, Poetry
Tags
gravel roads, learning as we go, life, love, postmark, rural, seasons, song, wearing through, you'd think living in Nashville would be worth something
was ne’er the first
to let you go
miles on past the promise
you’d stay and I was
sworn to be your baby
a habit
sure to wear you down
a devil in a flannel gown
passions
more than one
to drive you crazy
boots and lace
the dream replaced
kisses not for keeping
but for these
old memories
things we might have said
as proof of heaven
here on earth
graces ne’er
so undeserved
a picture of a picture
on the dresser
of your soul
I’ll make a place
for your returning
dare I keep
these embers burning
reminders
I was sworn
to be your baby
. . .
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