was a time

18 Friday Mar 2022

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all we've known to love, loving, perpetual grace, sometimes, story, time, truth, witness

was a time
you were waiting
the first alarm to ring
would pull me
from my dream
into your arms
into the warmth of sunrise
burning me your skin
restless in our
promise
to begin
wrapped inside
a silence –
the measure of a sigh
intimacy
with barely room
to breathe
touch is come
reminders
of the night we’ve
passed beyond
forgotten now
the fleeting thought
to leave

. . .

voices I can’t see ~

04 Friday Mar 2022

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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eternity, home, life, memory, sometimes, surrender, truth

lest my passions
be dismantled
by voices I can’t see
when the dark
is deep –
and heaven comes
for me

with promise
of another
an eternity so fine
as to resurrect
from memory –
what it took so long
to find

. . .

bluebird sky ~

18 Friday Feb 2022

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dream, love, moments, sometimes

before my lips
remember
how it was to speak
your name
a bluebird sky
has gathered up
my heart
a pause
to still my longing
would not a word suffice
a blanket pulled
around me
from
the dark

. . .

words you dared not speak ~

22 Saturday Jan 2022

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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life, love, moments of eternity, sometimes, still

spare your
righteous discontent
(your choice)
to make it mine
where fault was laid
one summer night
(warmth)
beneath the pines
was then I took
of your first breath
(words you dared
not speak)
home
was ours for finding
I was you
(you were me)
for a time
sometimes much longer
than the flash
of one dark star
I knew the way would come
and you would go
miles beyond
the place where I might reach
to find you (still)
dreaming neath
an ancient stand
of pines

. . .

turned to stone ~

17 Monday Jan 2022

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courage, free will, grace, love, sometimes, time, truth, witness

i shall pray
for love to take me
as evening
pulls around –
cuddled me in green
a bit of star
i shall want
that you would wait
until my will
is turned to stone
a plea for grace
to fill this place
you left me
once
alone
i shall rage for truth
when none becomes
the way i knew
of you
i shall want of this –
another day
when all my days
are through

. . .

places long imagined ~

08 Saturday Jan 2022

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling, verse

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allowance, destiny, intention, journey, life, love, nature, sometimes, travel

were not for once
you wondered
who I was
and why I came
from places
long imagined
but never said
aloud
in passing –
lest your fingers
be tempted by the red
to begin
an undertaking –
an explorer
undecided where to land
how many streams
for crossing
might delay
your sweet return
to a place
you had forgotten
how to be

. . .

sideways glance ~

05 Wednesday Jan 2022

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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barter, blessing, comfort, grace, home, love, morning where I am found, sometimes, story

secreted away
as the eldest daughter
of a favored son
a will that gave
away the farm
was never mine to give
how much of these
were pardon
for the ways I am
with you
how much I gave
without a thought
of all there was
to lose
morning sits
beyond the frost
as sure is warmth
to come
carried by
the wondering of
who was I before
a sideways glance
to alter fate
a cloud to hide
the moon
more than this
as heaven here –
evidence
of truth

. . .

crushed beneath the snow ~

03 Monday Jan 2022

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home, light, love, nature, reminders, snow, sometimes, still, winter

a chill runs deep
as does my love
who
will understand
for every path
another was to claim

years of waiting
worried sick
the sky was soon
to fall
reason come –
carried by
the light

there are rivers
crushed
beneath the snow
tears
I thought were dried
– no way to prove
the way to home
was you

. . .

rainbow falling ~

25 Saturday Dec 2021

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

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as easy as breathing, christmas, confession, life, live, poetry, rambling, sometimes, writing in the dark

was making plans
for one more life
when you found me
spun me round
like a rainbow
falling
drunken path
flooding the pasture
burning my skin
with the way
you looked thru
the way you made love
feel like
always
was nothing
we’d ever want back
a breath for christmas
one more every time
i would awake
in a trance
of learning to be
tho i couldn’t quite
count
the stars
i could drown in your eyes
a life resurrected
as you held out
your hands –
opened your arms
to surround