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pretense of beginning ~

28 Wednesday Nov 2018

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality

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evidence, faith, grace, knowing, life, love, nature, signs, time, trust, truth, writing in the dark

last light

under pretense of beginning
I find peace –
solace in knowing
you are there
silver brushed
against the light
promise ‘neath the snow

. . .

tethered by remembers ~

03 Wednesday Jun 2015

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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Tags

becoming, blessings, bliss, connection, conscious consciousness, fearless, grace, gravel roads, healing, life, love, memory, moments, seasons, signs, soul, story, touch

smokymorning

pardon
my reflection
on moments
such as these
a place and time
wherein we are
the same
tethered
by remembers
stories into one
another life
from living held apart
as gentle
arms surrounding
breath against
my ear
constellations
gathered us around
was ever
there
the way returned
to learn of love
anew
forever rings
a silent
I love you

. . .

two steps back ~

22 Thursday Aug 2013

Posted by tornadoday in folklore, Poetry, Rambling

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bliss, cherokee, connection, destiny, dreams, fearless, grace, life, love, memory, nature, old maps, passion, poetry, postmark, restless, signs, southern, spirit, spirituality, time, truth, wandering, wonder

graces
come the stars
ten billion nights
as east by west
was taken
thought I knew
of times we passed somewhere
adrift in space
recalled to grace
were moments here
to wander –
light is pulling candles
from my hair

nursery rhyme
of borrowed time
two steps back and forward
as wilderness –
so sweet the letting loose
when sailed beyond
my favored moon
colors dream of me
life is love –
with evermore
to choose

. . .

messenger ~

18 Thursday Jul 2013

Posted by tornadoday in folklore, Poetry, Storytelling

≈ 8 Comments

Tags

becoming, birth, bliss, cherokee, connection, faith, grace, knowledge, life, living, love, memory, nature, old maps, reason, restless, seasons, signs, spirit, spirituality, spring, strength, winter, wisdom, wonder

closer

who are you
the winter cried –
as green began to gather
taken by surprise
his woolen cloak

who are you
to come for me –
robbing me of stories
white as comfort
lay atop the sheets

who are you
with sharpened bill
to bury in my bosom –
left of times before
one seed remained

a messenger
of almost light –
December
freed of fortunes
now to break me open
with your sun

who are you
to find me here –
knowing (as you know)
tears already melted
– rivers
wear my name

. . .

signs we couldn’t see ~

30 Tuesday Apr 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling, verse

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Tags

becoming, bliss, connection, destiny, faith, fearless, grace, home, life, living, love, old maps, passion, reason, signs, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, understanding, wandering, wisdom

away

were messages
we never heard –
signs we couldn’t see
distracted by forever –
was a place
of mystery

a slight of imperfection
of darkness more
than night
 moments more than
lifetimes there –
as shifted
us to light 

words were lost
 when others found –
our half
another made
 symphonies of sorrow
– a music

no one played

kept apart
 by living –
swore
some other way
to find
eternity we wasted
– come together
in the mind

ages passed
and symbols gone
– life just passing
through
  dawn was but a
place we loved –
signs before we knew

, , ,

souvenirs ~

02 Saturday Mar 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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Tags

beauty, becoming, cherokee, connection, earth, environment, fearless, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, life, living, love, nature, old maps, passion, signs, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, understanding, value, wandering, wisdom, wonder

backwards
and still –
I come every time
forgetting againremains
what was never my lot –
a river of feathers
float on the air
crushed by the branches
in rush
to the sea

of white
honeysuckle
the hardest
of pearls –
hands thick as bark
beaded briar
whispers long buried
as story with stone
lacey white nest
of the earth

wing’ed the velvet
of once magic swords
pass as a thought into day –
stallions embarked
on paths cross the deep
nature foretelling
the depth of

our sins

ripples are tracing
paths –
thru the black
lost are the seasons
unspoken
 by name

babies are crying
somewhere past the dark –
stars feel their way
to the sun

. . .

porcelain slivers ~

11 Monday Feb 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

≈ 10 Comments

Tags

connection, fearless, grace, life, living, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, restless, signs, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, wisdom

 counter attack

were ever you broken
how else could you know
the pattern reserved
for a now shattered cup
of vines caressing
the fragile gilt edge
– were wishing for more
than a thimble

tipped beyond
reasonable
longing to stay
when scattered as dust
to the boards
porcelain slivers
grieve now the stain
was left of a kiss
by the fall

. . .

dreamscapes ~

09 Wednesday Jan 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling, Storytelling

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Tags

becoming, bliss, connection, conscious consciousness, destiny, dreams, faith, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, life, living, love, messages, nature, old maps, passion, reason, relationship, restless, signs, spirit, spirituality, truth, understanding, wandering, wisdom

sometimes

in the wake
of a dream
a tear to my face
so quietly
tenderness come
spoke without speaking
knew what was known
and wrapped was my faith
in once more
alone

pressed
as the fairest
of bloom to the page
perfumed reminder of us

dust

what will it matter
when time passes on
the imprint of moments
we stood
in this place
and watched as the sun
burned a hole –
coddled by bourbon
and lace

wisdom has found
a place on my pillow
while knowledge sleeps
out on the porch
makes not a peep
as eternity falls –
swept as the last
perfect star to be saved

e’er will I wonder
of distance not far
and places forgiven
as witness
to change
hands barely touching
remember it all

how I envy
their innocent streams

tellme

as it was written
so are we now
reach out and gather
these words to resound
in the coming and going
in seed yet to bud
gardens denied
disbelief

traces revealed
in the living undone
breath even now has a way
of deciding the places
my soul shall retain
as silver makes haste
– time
disappears

as one
with the universe
sung by its tune
laid side by side for a while
choices defending
the feel of the road
as somewhere
they wait for me now

mystic
a winter white stag
keeps a bride
on the meadow
and sometimes
he finds her in dreams
they speak not of hours
or measure of more –
and waste not a tear
for goodbyes

destined (remember) ~

14 Saturday Jul 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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Tags

becoming, breath, cherokee, connection, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, life, love, memory, old maps, restless, signs, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, wandering, wisdom

Awaiting
the seasons –
we were destined (remember)
to find in this madness
each other (again) –
something you said
as the light was first fading.

I turned –
you were already gone
and there – in the face
I was given to love –
a trace of another (I know).
A map of the heavens –
foretold of this crossing
a need for returning
this place (to my soul).

Would leave
without want
for some other (beginning) –
a day like today
(take me home).
To bargain with love
(one more so familiar).
This nothing is something
I’ve known.

I stood in the sun
we vowed to remember
as lifetimes (no more)
fell away.
Moments enduring –
their reach – everlasting
reminders of gardens
(another bouquet).

Closing my eyes
as essence (returning)
defies the illusion of time –
(where was I now)
before you were going –
renewed by a moment
(beginning)
divine.

crazy moon ~

30 Wednesday May 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

≈ 6 Comments

Tags

destiny, dreams, fearless, grace, gravel roads, life, living, love, reason, restless, signs, southern, spirit, storms, tennessee, truth, wandering, wisdom, woman

I can’t be made
to be the one –
the one to make things better
Been working that
so long I can’t recall
a time before
of month old tears –
and nothing in my pocket
I wonder what it means
to see it all

to lives before
and I can’t do a thing
about those choices
– been nipping
at my heels
and I can’t pay
Unsure of my uncertainty
a balance to my breaking –
Gave my body to a preacher
just to take my sins
away

The land is hard
where weeds grow strong
and no one seems to notice –
got troubles of their own
they can’t see
Who am I to think
there must be
something here I’m missing –
the whole world thinks
I’m crazy – I must be

Though not the same
as anyone
much deeper than they bother –
how many times
been broken
just to have myself remade

Coming back
for taking back –
I search the sky for answers
Damn that yellow moon
so far from me –
spinning wheel
the wind to blow
orchards needing water
The creek’s been dry
for nigh on fifty years

Burn the barn
unlatch the screen
and throw away my apron –
don’t worry long
for stories I believe
There’s something here –
more than storms fortelling

Lord I need to feel
the arms of rain

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