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18 Wednesday Sep 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling, verse

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becoming, breath, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, nature, old maps, passion, reason, restless, soul signature, strength, truth, understanding, wonder

backagain

what memory
have you of this
of ways before the start
we dreamed a world
beyond our pulled apart
beyond this night
forgotten –
another willed to be
echoes down the meadow
from the sea

floated past the window
inches from the grey
ashes fell
reminding me to pray
for someone
without name I knew
someone still to mourn
let me find
remembrance here
an essence
without form

what truth
denies the bending
of sacrifice to sight
leaves the gate wide open
every night
hastens now the winter
to rush the fragile spring
hears the song
made sweeter
by the wing

. . .

love I keep ~

16 Monday Sep 2013

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

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becoming, bliss, breath, cherokee, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, living, love, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, self, soul signature, spirit, spirituality, strength, understanding, woman, wonder

surrenderme

beneath the pull
of shade
to shape
of cedar into pine
forever rests
within the love I keep
fretting not eternities
wasting not a sin
drifting on the current
of my sleep

secrets wear
the seeker down –
whispers tell the most
verses bind my soul
to worlds unknown
sworn to tears
the snow returns
cool beneath my feet
worried not
  to memory
of stone

slow the wake
of ancient wills
to roll on velvet banks

and there I lie
with want
another start
to save me from
this certainty
wilderness of home
swarmed into the forest

of my heart

. . .

rush ahead ~

10 Tuesday Sep 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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becoming, bliss, connection, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, kentucky, life, love, passion, poetry, postmark, reason, restless, soul signature, spirit, spirituality, value, wandering

knewmewhen

for a while
it seems
the rain has come –
to wash away the river
sands beyond the banks
on which we lay
another time
of leaving you –
how it was that way
to find us here
no longer now
the same

for ages
I was waiting –
and still you stayed afar
to wonder
did you know
how could you know
there were roads
no less forgotten
 somewhere weeds to grow
around this bed
blue within your smoke

one more lie
to listen –
save your favored time
rush ahead –
to claim this touch
divine
of worlds
I have no vision
beyond this one we make
dream me now
and I will stay
awake

. . .

as love knew me ~

05 Thursday Sep 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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becoming, bliss, breath, connection, dreams, eternities now, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, love, memory, old maps, passion, poetry, soul signature, spirit, spirituality, timeless, truth, wandering, wonder

silencefills

of places
once we tarried –
before
as now again
to know of love
(as love knew me)
a shift
of ancient sands

still
as light
became of word
your voice
to places sweet
made real a song
 without a sound –
my heart within
your beat

of taste –
your name
recalls my lips
your touch
of moonlight glow
showed to me
eternity –
the only one
I know

. . .

lacey lace ~

29 Thursday Aug 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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becoming, bliss, cherokee, death, destiny, dreams, fearless, grace, knowing, knowledge, life, love, nature, old maps, passion, reason, seasons, soul signature, spirit, spirituality, time, truth, wonder

trembleme

the haunting
lacey lace
of colors into stone
of cast-asides
the winter snows
will find
seclusion of ten thousand
marchers slept below
shall carry now
the last
of april dreams
tethered as to blossom
where essence shall remain
with hope of once
returning us
the sun

. . .

bed of feathers ~

24 Saturday Aug 2013

Posted by tornadoday in folklore, Poetry, Rambling

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connection, destiny, dreams, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, kentucky, life, longing, love, old maps, passion, reason, restless, soul signature, southern, spirit, wandering, woman

someoneIusedtobe

neath the clutter
of september
the roof is hanging on
weathered there as passion to exhume
soft a bed of feathers
wilts within the storm –
where watches now
the blue become
the moon

pardoned
every reason
for where and when we were –
easing into everything
we fade
passions wear to wanting
for years beyond the ache
how we were
before this mess
we made

lashes
blink a sure escape
sorrows without shame
locks were never meant to keep the door
crouched against the memory
of almost all we had
maybe I’ll remember
something more

than ashes
in my coffee –
longing come and gone
dishes without match
to all we said
leaving gets forsaken
by the want to stick
around –
sheets no longer fitted
to the bed

. . .

threads and buttons ~

21 Wednesday Aug 2013

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

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becoming, breath, connection, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, flaws, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, postmark, reason, relationship, restless, scars, self, soul signature, spirit, spirituality, story, strength, understanding, wandering, weakness, writing

threads

I started writing this a long time ago, but every time, well…………I changed course and chose something different. But I feel especially compelled as of late.

I get a lot of questions about the things I write. Specifically, whether they are personal (surely they seem personal). And the answer (well, the answer is why I always start to write this and never finish) is yes and no. It’s all personal, every line, vowel and rhyme. It’s all personal, but that doesn’t mean that it’s about me. I write. I gather. I listen. One man’s rant is my story. I’ve been accused of caring too much, which is why I want to know the stories (every story, every start, every ending). It’s what I do. I couldn’t stop if I wanted to and I don’t want to. Stories define us, and stories make us immortal. As long as one remembers our name, we live.

oneIown

I give myself to the story, for even if it isn’t mine, it is. We belong to each other and my story is hardly more than ten thousand others weaved into one – a good one. Maybe that’s the gift of storytelling, to manage in such a way that nothing is left behind – but so that no one needs know who the story was about (it was about all of us). I can watch something on TV and have it affect me so deeply that words can’t touch it. Or should I say, they can’t at the moment? They will; eventually, they will. Eventually every story becomes a part of this one.

Do I have a story? Absolutely. It’s woven into a myriad of others and there is mystery yet (even to me). Do I share my story with everyone? Certainly not; if you wish to know, just ask but be prepared to leave feeling you know less, but more – so much more. I am a cloth of flaws, mistakes, scars and sorrow. Had I never known pain, I would have no way for measuring joy, laughter, and an understanding of the things I feel matter.

♥  Who I am has nothing to do with where I am.
♥  The worst thing to happen to me is quite possibly the best thing
to happen to me.
♥  Love is never ever wasted.
♥  The heart holds far more than a pint or two of blood.
♥  We never end.
♥  Light trumps darkness every time.
♥  I don’t have to hold something to keep it.
♥  That which is given away is rarely missed.
♥  Nestled within every lost soul is a single desire to be loved.
♥  We are not limited by what we can do, but by what we will do.
♥  We can never say “I love you” too much.
♥  The first person I kissed isn’t nearly as important
as will be the last.

At the root of my story is every story. I am merely here to string words into something a lot of people can relate to (a familiar unfamiliar). If you find your own within my words, I hope you aren’t surprised.

still

words began
and here they sit
a long night without mother
a ring upon the table
stirs a sigh
remembering
another time –
and how I loved (so much)
the pull of something
more
than who am I

golden

perfect any day ~

15 Thursday Aug 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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bliss, breath, connection, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, grace, knowledge, life, living, love, old maps, passion, reason, restless, soul signature, spirit, spirituality, strength, understanding, wandering, wonder

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how many more
this one before –
this perfect any day
was offered me
the sun
became the night
returned the rain –
an ancient wind
to blow my body home
became to me a blessing
without name

of wonders come
within this one – a tear
a three leaf clover
a puddle not much deeper
than a grave
bury me
facing up
that I might see forever
that I might hear
this whisper
one more winter
to remain

. . .

tracing stars ~

13 Tuesday Aug 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

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becoming, breath, connection, faith, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, life, love, nature, nightbirds, passion, restless, self, soul signature, southern, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, wandering

edges of fall 2013

shadows slide
beneath the crest –
echoes into song
the wake becomes our dreaming
to defend
laurel blooms
a sacred curse –
of choices made too few
a promise grew
to will us back again

questioning
these turns of fate
to touch on places tender
would mark as gifts
where skin is burned away
tracing stars
from one and back
ancient silver ladle
pours the light of living
empty into day

without regard
the midnight strains
against the gates
of morning
as red and purple sashes
counter blame
surrendered of another time
we stood beyond
the firelight
and made believe
wings were filled with flame

. . .

graces ~

11 Sunday Aug 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

≈ 4 Comments

Tags

becoming, bliss, breath, connection, destiny, dreams, fearless, forgiveness, grace, memory, old maps, passion, reason, restless, soul signature, spirit, star crossed, understanding, wandering

stillness

skylight confession
to somebody’s baby
and times
we held long
the edges of dark
neath the pull of november
graces come clean
and settled as words
on our heart

willing reflection
on promise unreal
an ending beginning
to keep us
as one
fell to the altar
of all we would will –
merged into soul
not our own

. . .

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