coral shades ~

20 Thursday Jun 2013

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is there a moment
surely come
when tears no longer fall
with memory of ache
– of days gone by
straight the fleeting arrow
of time is sailed away
and floats to only this
direction home

dried against another
quilts and woolen sheets
married was a smile
to know the way –
evening waits in coral shades
of everything
we know
seasoned by a memory
of tears

. . .

lives before I lived ~

19 Wednesday Jun 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling, Storytelling

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of destiny
I’ve heard them say
another sun shall rise
committed as the sparrow
to remain
balanced on a northern wind
knowing me this way
tho time has passed –
til no one knows
my name

in sheets of iceberg
melting –
lives before I lived
rest against these windows
unafraid
of seasons gone
to blow again –
across and through my soul
reminders of some other
love I know

forgiven me
an early sky
where every star burns blue
destiny rewritten
to my will
beats beneath ten thousand wings
as one among the clouds
names are wrote
and I remember
still

. . .

these fields ~

18 Tuesday Jun 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling, verse

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these fields
have been my saving grace
how long
from waking stirred
to blur the lacey edges
come of sleep
will carry me
a lifetime more
than crystal stems
and longing
beyond the velvet echoes
of goodbye

given me direction
with one more
purple dawn –
peepers crowd beneath
the rafters now
warm the line
between the road
and where it was I knew
you’d find me here
with every want
made true

shadows
to an outstretched hand
spirit held by name –
as somewhere soft
this once
you fell into
the wonder
of awaking –
as a dream
beyond the night

as answer to a wish
made long ago

. . .

sometimes still ~

17 Monday Jun 2013

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lanterns sway
as beated black
nightbirds shy away in fear
someone said we’d never see
a better time
to matter here

one more lie
I meant to tell
when wandered this
to vows replayed
wrote my name beneath your own
my sun eclipsed
by living changed

east was west
and south my home –
gave my willing soul a start
miles were written
sometimes still –
are empty pages –
curs’ed heart

becoming
of the place we willed
signs of life along the way
one more time
from once we knew –
warmth beneath
the lantern’s sway

. . .

daddy ~

17 Monday Jun 2013

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the first to notice
ember doves –
were come to know my soul
the keeper of another name
I own

eased within the fading
of daylight spread the dark
wingeds sail before
me through the night

tied as verse my little heart
with hands the same as whispers
unfolding sacks of story
sweetgum, lark and light

. . .

sunset ~

17 Monday Jun 2013

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he saved for her
the sunset
he’d been painting (all his life)
as crimson bled
to orange
purple green
a lover’s rite
reflections of the day
he found her standing
near the shore
held her (without speaking)
brushed a dress
of finest oil
silken sable
tipped with gold
steady made her curls
she came to him each night
as was created
other worlds beneath the canvas
(was there life
beyond this one)
he heard the shutters heave
the rafters roar
calmed again the artist’s storm
he found the solace (her)
meadow green
with silver shoes
and palest pink (her stutter)
took his breath
and held him close
in pools of cocoa bean
he knew her
every (blush of) imperfection
had painted her in places
always new
this world of his
how far away
twilight had confessed
to midnight hue
where sunset fell
in shadows (she is waiting)
sapphire blue

. . .

dared believe ~

15 Saturday Jun 2013

Posted by tornadoday in folklore, Poetry

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years for kindness
this became –
to stand within a circle
heads to bow and hands to join
prayerful all
amen

here and there
from memory –
were truths we dared believe
but none were yet
so great as love
received

as surely was
forgiveness come
without a starlit night
without a ribbon wrapped
to let us know

eternity beginning
in the place
of here and now
were ever there a wll
to make it so

. . .

breath ~

14 Friday Jun 2013

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ultimate midnight
time suspended in a single shooting star
wishful hesitation to caress the shadows
guarded by the yellow clad wing’eds
who sleep in mountain secrets
from summit to summit they resonate
the rhythmic cords that herald dawn
acclaiming the golden sweet power
to blossom hope
from the long dark hours
of meditation

. . .

something someone said ~

13 Thursday Jun 2013

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tethered by a promise
come again someday –
make of me
a star in all your dreams
say my name
or keep it
save each tender vowel
last year’s plans
have faded from us now

where we were
and what was meant
some other trust betrayed
a moment came –
eternity
has stayed
the changer with the changing
the dreamer
doesn’t dream –
for only this
the passing into light

burdened not by
stories –
or something
someone said
was life before
a ways – for this to find
measured not to hours
passed
when given love’s embrace
tempted not to taste
a breath divine

. . .

enough to remember ~

13 Thursday Jun 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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carve me to winter
the softest white cedar
make of my heart
a box by your bed
string me to star-bound
signs of ascension
souvenirs fell
in moments of bliss

pull of my passions
enough to remember –
and wrap every limb
with ribbon just so
dream me from memory
magpie and marble
wake me the night
– my name on your lips

. . .