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a way of coming home ~

01 Tuesday May 2012

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Stranger times
have come around
longing fills my soul –
and a flame
where moths encircle
claims my heart

Secrets sworn to January
breathe the frigid air
reminders of a faraway –
love I waited for

Quiet has no sense of wrong
kneelers at the cross
as late I’ve come
to wonder where you are –
the rush of waves
of falling stones –
feathers paint the rafter
a raven took my name
just yesterday

Timber clings to canyons
where another steeple built –
and long days
on the road
are almost gone –

Music strums the radio
reminders of the heat –
windows down and all night long
to sing

Sometimes
the echoes crush me
with their way of coming home
like pieces of the plans
we took along –

Heaven
keeps a piano tuned –
a fiddle by the bed
stars to pry –

yet somewhere now
they dance

inheritance ~

30 Monday Apr 2012

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for sure
I’ve been around a bit
not much I haven’t seen
I’ve watched as rivers
rolled to flood –
and crushed the land between
I’ve seen them pass
and heard them speak –
there’s sorrow here for sale
peaches sold by basket –
and berries by the pail

my favorite jeans
are twelve years old –
my softest scarf – eighteen
there’s perfume on my dresser
– older still than me
a passion
that my granny cursed
wrung her hands to old
a walking stick
my grandpa carved –
permission to let go

there’s a coffee cup
I value most
the color of the sea –
was cracked the day that I was born
and saved at once for me

of satin sheets I never use –
and cotton ones worn through
dried to sun
beneath the lines
no other place would do
for sharing lives
and speaking minds –
curs-ed fate of men
spoke of pies
and nursery rhyme
til twilight fell again

long nights
on a crooked porch
tunes I know by heart
fingers press the strings
that were his voice

just beyond
the front gate –
there’s music I can hear
something moves
forever knew
a welcome waited here
to greet the past – to hold the cup
was raised another day
I say the same
I love you –
each time I kneel
to pray

on ailing floors
a crystal glass –
and none of this is mine
inheritance of loving
moves silent
through the pines

white (imperfect) ~

30 Monday Apr 2012

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the rosebush
planted by the creek
has flourished on its own –
from where we were
I’ve wandered back
across the years alone –

to wait for you
(I knew you’d come)
how sweet
these ties (to bind)
~ a field
of budding clover
a place untouched by time

tho I won’t tell –
I will not trade
let the truth go down with me
til I am buried
white (imperfect)
beneath the evergreens

again to writhe –
in slumber’s lair
uncertain what life means
e’er silence
taint my eager lips
and roses steal
my dreams

of flying ~

30 Monday Apr 2012

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comfort settles
at the edge of the floor
just below the joint
where the wall would meet
it’s enough to make you crazy
suffocation (I’ve heard it called)
a fog spreading (honey)
to every splintered board
every missing nail
touching, loving,
warming intoxication

sweeter brandy
could not be ~ than this
erasing every past
every worried heart
every far away
you dreamed of
trading places with worlds
you might have died for
(did you not)

til all you know
(is this)
nothing more could you recall
not even the moment
it happened
(there a mist across the boards)
ready to run
you turned and took a seat
as easy then
(o it isn’t any more)
now you sit
unable to move beyond
webs you gave into
(inviting)
fog still burns you breathing
ache that knows your name

clings to every piece
of you remembered

curves along your spine
holding (as a lover would)
tracing warmth
amid the scars
you can’t recall (their hurting)
some far away you wasted
before was come to this –
a memory (of flying)

 

morning glories ~

29 Sunday Apr 2012

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come before
was nothing here
but wishes for the weary –
lights beyond the evergreen
a softer place to fall
amazing feel of coming home –
arms and legs (remember)
warmed in me
as fire burned
beneath a hearth of coal
lullabies and willow trees –
who’ll drop by on Sunday
to hang the sheets
and tend the ailing fence
to sew the fields anew with thyme
(rows were never straighter)
come and I’ll be waiting
on the porch

to bring you in
this old screen door
still moans for nights forsaken –
as roses push against the post
your welcome home to view
not a word (forgiven) –
who cares for why you waited
what matters now
is where you lay (me down)
as midnight falls
in amethyst turned blue
(by morning glories)
nightbirds dare to question me again –
for secrets whispered (quiet came)
without a thought for reason –

returning this familiar star
to wish away my words

still when I was leaving ~

29 Sunday Apr 2012

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eternity
(it seemed to me)
was just beyond the doorway
and spoke not in a language
I could hear
sang while I was silent
still when I was leaving
sweet caress remembered now
for reasons I forgot

I couldn’t move for moving
wouldn’t tell another lie
no matter to the plans
I’d put away ~
truth was more than looking
in a mirror at tomorrow
more than seeking purpose
in a deck of gypsy cards
spread between
the dusty wood ~ a lampshade
made of fortunes

voices pull to everything
choice I didn’t know
turning toward eternity
a door beyond the door
fate ~ once more to question
but I can’t hear
a thing

nothing matters ~

28 Saturday Apr 2012

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easy now
the first caress
of chamomile and flannel –
proof the sun was marked to fade
before the crops were in

cedar burned
and there we go
drifting down the valley
smoke against the timbers
loves we should have known
before the chill
before the rash
of centipedes foretelling
the strength to come
assaulting our regrets

hold me close
keep me warm –
tell me nothing matters
but the sound of two hearts meeting
in the dark

in the freeze
before tomorrow comes
wrap your love around me
breathe in me your summer
find in me
your sun

past forgiving ~

27 Friday Apr 2012

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the fields
were past forgiving
forgotten how it felt to drink
would that they grow
in shade along
the (southern) fence
was not for me to say
not for me to choose
(I would)
who should come inside
reprieve for sorrows
suffering
(but for a little while)

there were no words
for thirst
much more than love
we couldn’t ask
I held your head
against my faithful heart
and cooled your ragged lips
with tears

(too old for crying)

but for a moment
there was no other place
a world that moved between
the time we shared
(we’ll share again)
(will I remember this)

I wonder
can you see me ~
do you smell the dogwood blooms
what comfort these my hands
will make for you
(do you know)
your shirt is torn
but still the blue becomes your eyes
and all I see are skies
beyond the harvest
(we should have flown)

listen now
(I won’t say much
of anything)
we’re expecting storms tonight
I’ll hold you near (til then)
will rock you as the
thunder booms
everything
will be alright

just close your eyes
and dream
(of rushing rivers)
I’ll wake you
when the tin roof
starts to cry

and I will go ~

27 Friday Apr 2012

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morning
and the earth is new
come with me
beyond the still –
the old path worn down
two apart
and side by side
lined with cedars
and swells of autumn lust
the glistening lake
take me there
fill me with sunshine
laugh and I’ll remember
this (and nothing less)
our words will fade
into the trees
kiss every tower
with brittle pines and
budding cones
skim the paddles
row by row
ripples wash
across scales of silver
to your waiting smile

mine is the memory
when you turn
an open hand,
to let me hold it,
and the silence knows
I will

moksha ~

26 Thursday Apr 2012

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so fine the pattern
weaved beneath the heavens
(what I know)
is sometimes tempered
by what I’ve chosen
(there to see…)
denying every proof
(was proof required…)
echoes might have been
the mountain falling
(though even now, I swear…
I hear a robin sing)…

what mantra I remember
was it just a name (I’d spoke before)
or only in the place
(my mind perceives)…
when kissed your hands…
and took your breath (in mine)…
was providence succumb
to nothing more than moments (clear)
forever gone
(before forever knew)…

I’ve said before
love remains in what we choose (to keep…)
would I choose to be a dreamer…
seeing poppies
bloom from stones
(or symphonies of light
within your smile)….

I’ve wondered (as I do)…
and wandered (more because)
between reality and somewhere
(else) created…

I used to know
the sound of maples
(before the turning red…
before a branch was broke…
(the forest burns)…
I blused beneath the secret
of the oldest sycamore
(cicadas stormed across a willing sky)…

of every sign
(lightning bugs have gone for good)…
how much the weight (a whisper)
for a sigh…….

I knew the reasons then…
(and still I love)
the warmth of autumn
(holding in December)…
what silence said
no words could guarantee…

I knew the way to you…
(and I was me)

divinity
a moment (manifesting)…
tears of joy
(could have been the rain)…