flannel ~

07 Tuesday May 2013

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soft as a flannel
of redbud and sage
innocence found
by the coming of age
by the breath of blackberries
burst on the vine
and stained by the memory
– a passing of time
into seasons forsaken
by change
unforeseen
as a blanket of winters
traded for green

. . .

crossing ~

06 Monday May 2013

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from deep ocean blue clarity
light allows curiosity to float
to a place of calm and nothingness
after the luring of promises
by so many others unaware
of the marvels held
within their own hearts…
looking long at the sun’s rays
salted and belly offered skywards
maybe the jealous moon
will be the chosen guide
into the excited commotion
of a common marketplace
where among other offerings
hope is for sale within the fleeting smile
of a green-eyed jewelry vendor
convinced that a woven leather bracelet
is the object necessary
for quiet meditation –
to cross the boundary
between suffering
and illumination

. . .

flush ~

06 Monday May 2013

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becoming, destiny, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, life, living, love, nature, old maps, passion, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, understanding, wisdom, wonder

sweet the flush
of destinies
whene’er the world grows calm
as there beneath
each tender tree –
eternities are known
tho burdened not
by stories left –
forsaken by the truth

would still the heart
from beating –
here alone

frail the myth
of magical –
sacred paths revealed
with worry not for sorrows
washed away –
breezes blow
across into
the proof of love’s refrain
faith has come
another dream
to save

. . .

to wonder ~

05 Sunday May 2013

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becoming, bliss, dreams, fearless, grace, knowledge, life, living, love, nature, passion, reason, restless, soul signature, spirit, spirituality, travel, truth, understanding, wandering

how am I to wonder
and still
the morning comes
fresh as tears
to grace the baby green
petals begged to open
sleepy eyes awake
eager now to hear
the story told

of distant fields
and gardens fair –
winded wills and worry –
forests drawn in aprons
of a song
played within the stillness
of one more time
I’ve gone
far beyond the touch
that is the dawn

how is now
I’ve traveled
beyond the reach of dreams –
beyond the safe abode
of tethered night
walked with stars
and tripped my way
into another light –
brushed aside the veil
to free my soul

. . .

so as I ~

03 Friday May 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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becoming, connection, destiny, fearless, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, living, love, memory, nature, passion, poetry, reason, spirit, spirituality, truth, understanding, wandering, wonder

as oceans
so as I –
assail on summer leaf
hindered not to journey
by the breeze
balanced top a tidal wave
soft vanilla soul –
pressed to flight
wherever
I am bound

as tenderness
prevailed –
to charm the ancient elm
mesmerized by falling
let me fall
eager as the morning wren
lacking not the urge
as comfort come
in yearning
for the sky

dreaming now
remembered
as a place
my longing knows –
petals flutter down
in sweet parade
floating unencumbered
as essence
into light –
gathered now desire
to reach the sea

. . .

weaved to the soul ~

02 Thursday May 2013

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becoming, bliss, breath, connection, death, forgiveness, grace, home, life, living, love, memory, passion, reason, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, wandering, wisdom, wonder

would birth
be absolved
by the passing between
or dying held fault
for the slipping away
moments becoming –
as stars to the dark
where hearts
held in secret
are gathered to grace

lingered in loving –
with purpose of life
as ashes to twilight
forgotten to fall
thru ribbons of scarlet
purple and maize
– and held as a passion
forgiving of all

a breathless confession
of moments too few
when promised forever
with all we hold dear
weaved to the soul
by pieces of light –
and waited as every goodbye
disappeared

awash in a river
unnoticed by time –
and swept by a memory
of night into day
no matter the measure
to lives lived between
or how far the first time
I held you
this way