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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

. . .

breach of destinies ~

07 Tuesday Mar 2017

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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destiny, echoes, grace, life, love, mercy, nature, sacred intimacy, seasons, silence, surrender, time

floating_petals

blush
where once
the summer fell
to make no sound at all
cedars crashed
beside their brothers
tall

wings –
a sweet inclusion
come fly away with me
beyond the hues
was there
we knew –
the breach of destinies

wrapped in whispered
secrets –
tied with cords of lace
where times before
the past is left
– surrendered now
to grace

love
where not a word
resounds
to tell of how it was
days beyond
our counting –
a silence filled
with us

. . .

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

. . .

falling past ~

01 Wednesday Feb 2017

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always we begin, birth, death, eternities, home, life, love, nature, seasons, time, unremembering

sweetly

for moments
still to wander
backwards into time
beyond the first
memory of sound
of love
within the quiet
a liquid lullaby
how swift
returns the coming back
to lie beneath
the pines
void of all
transgressions –
the ghost
of waiting cast
eternities
are held a breath apart
where once we fell
into this dream –
another falling
past

…

a deep shade of night ~

16 Monday Jan 2017

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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Tags

dreams, life, love, one day, sacred intimacy, seasons, sometimes, time, truth

hold

I painted my walls
a deep shade of night
floors –
the essence of sun
I slipped through the shadows
and ran through the weeds
out past the places
I remembered
undone

every dream
unpretending
to be as before –
times I swore not to sleep
anymore
lest truth
find me drifting
in realms beyond this
moored to forever
– cursed by a kiss

another one day
tis my fate to recall
how my tears
just beginning –
were destined to fall
as rain
to the flowers
bloomed in my stead –
as rivers of somewhere
roll ‘neath
my bed

. . .

it won’t feel like Christmas until ~

22 Thursday Dec 2016

Posted by tornadoday in home, Poetry, Storytelling

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Tags

breath, christmas, everywhere I am, faith, family, home, inspiration, light, love, moments, seasons, truth

thesmokies

You’ve heard it before. It seems everyone is asked to complete the sentence from time to time – even as the final moments sneak by on Christmas eve.

I personally love the answers. Some wait for a certain movie to play (It’s a Wonderful Life, my favorite) or they wait for snow, the first Christmas card, a call from across the miles. Regardless, for most, there is a trigger that pulls them (sometimes kicking) into the spirit of these days.

Last weekend, I spent an uncomfortable amount of time at Home Depot. People were beginning to think I worked there. In fact, I helped one lady by pushing her cart to the registers.

And while I am rarely without the Christmas spirit (even in June), I was losing my taste for home renovation options!

But as I was searching for the appropriate aisle for molding, I realized the music had changed.  O, they were playing Christmas music, albeit most of it was what I refer to as ‘retail’ Christmas music. But then, on the aisle between hinges and paint thinner, it changed – Joy to the World began playing. It was only the music, but I recognized it immediately. It was enough….

I’ll admit that I am a terrible singer (and a worse dancer), but I couldn’t resist. I began singing and the more I sang, the louder I became, and the more I felt Christmas cooling in my bones.

From one aisle to the next, I sang……..the first verse and then again (the only verse I knew for certain the words).

Since then, a co-worker gave me a tiny picture frame ornament; another, a sand and driftwood candle; and still another – a new birdhouse (guess they’ll be moving out of the grill), feeder, and ten pounds of wild birdseed.

Just this morning, as I made the turn beside a church on my way to work, two does stopped in their morning walk to watch me (hey you).

I feel it everywhere, but right here (pointing to heart) the most. It’s in all I do – hope, faith, family, angels, my daddy, the Smoky Mountains, evergreen, music, and love (always love).

Christmas is come………and I was home!!!

Merry Christmas to you. May your heart be filled to overflowing.  Joy (sweet joy) to the world!

Evermore,
Bobbie

easily aligned ~

21 Wednesday Dec 2016

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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Tags

destiny, life, light, love, moments, remembered as one, seasons, time, truth

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lilac climbs
where once the stars
so easily aligned
love returned
without the ache
of time

a warmth
as truth beholding
hands to reach
as one
a morning sun
beyond the glow of dawn

had I wanted
for a moment more
than e’er would fate allow
a whisper of forever
on my brow

. . .

paint ~

26 Friday Aug 2016

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry, Storytelling

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Tags

breath, grace, gratitude, gravel roads, home, life, love, remembering, seasons, spirit, story, time, vapor

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was there
once before
a story unencumbered
a part became of all I know
becoming not the end
of two or more
ten thousand miles
of houses barely standing
weathered paint
and not much more to keep
than hands
together knitted
round a time
was almost lost
where now
the news of leaving
fills the town
with worry for the breaking
and hearts to split apart
nights beyond
the eager reach of sleep
stars were lined
along the sil….
tucked beneath the lace
dreaming not the same
as of you now –
blue the smoke of cedar
rolling down the hill
from places known for stone
and daffodil
remembered
would it matter
just how simple
we were then –
when given words
but chosen yet to kiss
before the day a shimmer
of breath
above the still
– a life recalled
could never end
that way

. . .

Author’s Note – A week ago this Sunday, my mother and I took a drive into the ‘old country’, along rivers where once we swam and roads not the same.  We visited the cemetery where so many of my ancestors rest – between a pasture, a (cold cold) river and a valley.  This house stands not far away, near another cemetery.  My mother told me of the people who once lived beneath these aching timbers, when this was majestic place, filled with stories only started and rest far away.  

to the shale ~

12 Friday Aug 2016

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry, Storytelling

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Tags

destiny, life, love, meditation, prayer, purpose, sacred intimacy, seasons, service, solitude, time, truth, water

floating_petals

in the quiet still
none can own
few or less aware
oceans slide
beneath a silver foam
secrets sworn
for keeping –
lest my ancient vigil fail
and mountains crumble
silent to the shale
remembered yet
tho not so far
along the shore we came
– casting seeds
to blossom
here we are

. . .

let the night ~

10 Wednesday Aug 2016

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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Tags

blessing, life, love, old maps, quiet, remembering, sacred intimacy, seasons, stutter, time, touch, truth

sweetly

within the shy
of noonday shade
how many more
were memories left
untended for the keeping
unashamed the letting go
words content
to let another know
of moments
not so distant
perhaps some other life
roads for crossing
over
let the night
free us yet
from tangled dreams
transgressions of before
let me sleep
within your
wanting arms
listen
there the speaking
of night birds
to the moon
– of trembling hearts
resolved to touch
the dawn

. . .

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