(I thought) I knew ~

12 Friday Jul 2013

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names have come
(more often)
to places
without none
dreams I never dreamed
would come (undone)
patchwork of the living
the coffee has grown cold –
as destinies (foretelling)
long ago

to wonder
(as I’m known to do)
where and when
and whether
the path was come
as (fated) – I to choose

the ways before
and all at once
familiar I am finding –
reflection
of a light
(I thought) I knew

here –
have you forgotten
the color of my eyes –
places (I am still)
I loved you so
long before the wondering
got the best of me
you were come –
(remembering
my soul)

. . .

rise me gently ~

12 Friday Jul 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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secrets wear
the story long
and there my purpose known
as quiet moves
these sleepless bones
to write

sacred
as repentance held
lips still wet with prayer
as silence wraps
forgiveness ‘round
the night

as blush the morn
becoming new
a refuge to my soul
constellations
never were so bright

the sun
shall rise me gently
as wings above the flame
a tremor held in place
against the light

dreams
almost forgotten
are gathered on the lawn
longing wills my whisper
into flight

. . .

listen ~

11 Thursday Jul 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

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longing walks
familiar paths
where once we loved
the same
smoke rings settle blue
beyond the spark
ravens fold
their flannel wings –
allegiance to the crush
shadows cleave
to grieving –
memories of dark

it seems so long
the taking back –
how many passed since then
were seasons come
and cold –
our only fear
lay with me
to listen now
a song you used to know
pressed into the melody
of drumming
once held near

. . .

beloved ~

09 Tuesday Jul 2013

Posted by tornadoday in folklore, Poetry, verse

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flush me with stone
to depths gently whispered
a polish too bright
to behold
as journey made over
and over anew
warmed by the rushing
as one with the cold

pour me to seasons
with no way returning
gathered as beating blue fins
neath a wave
with courage of something
much deeper
than telling
of destiny waiting to save

break to my bosom
steal me to wander
out past the reaches
of wishes –
the moon
to places of wilderness
heaven made holy –
by egret
otter
and loon

sail me
on slats
of maple and cedar
chart of my course
by the stars
departed from skies
foretold by our fathers –
to harness my will
from afar

sing me to home
with psalms of the river
blackbird and beetle
nature defends
a name by my going
is forged into memory
by ocean
myrtle
and wind

. . .

summer sense ~

08 Monday Jul 2013

Posted by tornadoday in folklore, Poetry, Rambling

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eighteen miles
from where I first
gave to love
a name –
I lay my burdens
down here
by the fence
wrapped in yellow flowers
a favored cotton gown
was painted up the same
as summer sense

pushed apart
by two and fro –
‘tween the rusty briar
of captive wheat
to wishing fell away
took a chance
on leaving –
of every place we wanted
to lay us down
(to find us lost)
this way

silver morning
slppers –
such a simple treasure
of questions meant
for this –
for answers known
wrapped in yellow sheeting
kept us here much longer
than harvest moons
to carry –
winter home

. . .

to feel this way ~

08 Monday Jul 2013

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when tomorrow
I’ve forgotten
– how it feels
to feel this way
a fleeting sweet reminder
shall remain –

when years
are let behind me
as sunrise to my birth
will I fear no more
to letting go –
with memory
of the first

I knew of love
(be brave my heart)
a moment held by grace
would e’er I come
to speak aloud
– of miracles
retraced

when held apart
by distances –
miles and seasons true
silence fell to words –
the best
of you

forever this
to breech the night –
another living come
in colors
I remember –
shining
every one

. . .

silent strains ~

06 Saturday Jul 2013

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lead me
soft –
this quiet calling
as willing to belong
floats the night
so tenderly
to song

veil of pretense
chords of light –
hands prepared to play
hearts to listen
distant drums
as borders rubbed away

silver green
eternal dawn –
another place I go
sweet the night
to pass between –
awakening
my soul

. . .

one to change it all ~

02 Tuesday Jul 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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were our story
without ending –
the road would lead us on
forgotten not the turning
or the fall
reminders of eternity
wink and they’ll be gone
hands to hold –
and one to change
it all

eighty years
or sometimes ten –
a garden loved by thorns
a rusty metal rocker
hides the shade
baskets stained by picking
weeds to bind the fence
bees are telling
every plan
we made

a worn out
sunday prophet –
folds his bible near
tho none can read the name
it used to hold
leather bound by promise –
love would get us through
trees are bending
double
in the cold

I been down
and got back up –
to know
(I know) of love
of seasons undecided
by the light
of passing into paradise
to live beyond these days
gardens yield for tending –
somewhere sweet
tonight

. . .

spark ~

02 Tuesday Jul 2013

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even now
I wish
there were things
that you knew
of places I go
to wander the night
might you see
without sight
like ten thousand before
as spark to the empty –
a star beyond light

as a place
of beginning –
fields standing bare
with will for another
hurt to erase
the memory of ruin
is burdened by grief –
by prayers
never heard –
unspoken to grace

would nature
return
as the first
light was come –
without reason or want
for the falling into
a story awaiting
your hand at the pen
making truth of the darkness
what is seen –
what is knew

. . .