Tags
evidence, faith, grace, knowing, life, love, nature, signs, time, trust, truth, writing in the dark
under pretense of beginning
I find peace –
solace in knowing
you are there
silver brushed
against the light
promise ‘neath the snow
. . .
28 Wednesday Nov 2018
Posted Poetry, spirituality
in03 Wednesday Jun 2015
Posted Poetry
inTags
becoming, blessings, bliss, connection, conscious consciousness, fearless, grace, gravel roads, healing, life, love, memory, moments, seasons, signs, soul, story, touch
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
. . .
22 Thursday Aug 2013
Tags
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
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
. . .
18 Thursday Jul 2013
Posted folklore, Poetry, Storytelling
inTags
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
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
. . .
30 Tuesday Apr 2013
Posted Poetry, Storytelling, verse
inTags
becoming, bliss, connection, destiny, faith, fearless, grace, home, life, living, love, old maps, passion, reason, signs, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, understanding, wandering, wisdom
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
, , ,
02 Saturday Mar 2013
Posted Poetry, Storytelling
inTags
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 again
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
. . .
11 Monday Feb 2013
Tags
connection, fearless, grace, life, living, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, restless, signs, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, wisdom
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
. . .
14 Saturday Jul 2012
Posted Poetry, Storytelling
inTags
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.
30 Wednesday May 2012
Posted Poetry, Storytelling
inTags
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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