years for letting in ~

06 Thursday Apr 2023

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beginning, healing, here and now, life, love, nature, sorrow, starting here, truth

rivers fall
a rainbow
to appease a hurricane
brushed into
the places
once i grieved
tears surrendered
everything
thought of nothing more
than a hurt to heal
years for letting in
beyond the sky
of smokescreen –
beyond the reach
of lies
came of love
to find me –
waiting still
beneath a stretch of color
rainbows
i have seen –
reflecting me a river
in your eyes

. . .

the search of constellations ~

02 Thursday Sep 2021

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beauty, closer now to heaven than the stars, death, faith, fear, freedom, life, mystery, nature, release, sorrow, truth

had time
herself delayed
for to listen as my love
what freedoms come
to swallow up your fears
release as I
once promised
wings returned to flight
a dark
beyond the search
of constellations
wishes falling round
denied a place
to keep
ashes white with snow
adorn the path
had time delayed
forever –
one minute more
for me
wherever now my wings
are sworn to reach

. . .

three angels deep ~

28 Friday May 2021

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blessing, death, grace, let me, loss, love, sorrow, truth

whatever life
i’ve left to owe
of graces given me –
gardens not yet seeded
in my wake
let me go
the way of winds
denied the fate of man
as longing proved
another soul
to save

let me dance
three angels deep
for moments undeserved
as lilac blooms
wherever roses grow
let me be
your secrets
a dream within your dream
as life restored –
a truth nobody
knows

. . .

missing ~

20 Tuesday Apr 2021

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a hand to hold, ache, age, grief, life, live, love, memory, missing, sorrow, soul, spirit memory, time, touch, trust

somewhere I know
you’re missing me –
I feel it in my bones
thick as blood
the curse of love
some other to atone

some other truth
an ageless lie –
to me they taste the same
as chicory to brandy –
memory to flame

somewhere
there is no faulting –
or life to intercede
somewhere
we sleep as one
in fields of green

beyond the reach
of wanting –
for another hand to hold
somewhere
the heart remembers
how I miss you
in my soul

. . .

stories unremembered ~

05 Friday Feb 2021

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality, Storytelling

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death, discontent, forgiveness, lies, love, peace, places we were loved, sorrow, story, trouble, truth, war

from these pieces
will they ever
understand the way we were
all this fighting over nothing
will they wonder –
what was for
of the buried
of the broken
will the weary
be misled
when moss is
grown around us –
will they deem our savior dead
will they shake their heads
in questioning
of when and why we came –
and gather near our remnants
to worry o’er each name
rewritten there
committed every discontent
to stone
for stories unremembered
but to these who weep alone
will our beauty
be forgotten
by a world who never knew
the ways we came
to understand
the mystery of truth

. . .

maps we drew in darkness ~

08 Friday Jan 2021

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alone, brokenness, enduring, faith, ignorance, knowing, life, love, maps, refuge, sorrow, surrender, tears, truth

I’ve spent some time
in disbelief –
with years to wonder why
mornings washed
a flood of tears –
yet not a one to dry

not a one to
understand –
and ne’er a will to know
beds made up with thistle
and left along
the road

with none to share
who can say
they knew far better than
those who dream of dying –
who walk a broken land

who decides
and who condemns
the ways for which we came
with maps we drew in darkness –
hurts we gave
our name

. . .

of time ~

28 Friday Aug 2020

Posted by tornadoday in home, Poetry, spirituality

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another me, becoming, breath, destiny, life, love, memory, moments, sorrow, spirit, stars, time, truth, wishes, words

for every sorrow
I was traded –
for a wish
beneath the stars
a breath
that was my pillow
spared of dreams
words
are given pardon
and a place
I still belong –
carried me
cross every night
between

becoming this
a lover’s rite
spun into a page –
verses wrapped
in verses
senseless rhyme
remembered
to another
where destinies
entwined –
wishes fell
to break the spell
of time

. . .

when for this dawn ~

31 Friday Jul 2020

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another dawn, breath, faith, hope, life, light, love, nature, prayers, sorrow, soul speak, spirit, time

sundown

when doves are lined
above the wall
singing of their sorrows
when gardens grow
to touch the edge of day
let love remain
the same as once it was
will be another –
a light we knew
when for this dawn
we prayed

. . .