the verse that was my name ~

22 Saturday Feb 2014

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hold me now
within the safe
where once
I lay my head
listening
as whispers
sang me home

reminders
I’ve forgotten
the verse
that was my name
a memory
is all we wrote
of time

beyond the last
another breath –
a garden
once we knew
seeds are bound
to blossom
come the spring

. . .

Author’s Note: For a dear friend. May love rush into the shallows
of your sorrow.

comes a time ~

20 Thursday Feb 2014

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When comes a time
there are no words –
no solace left to offer
tears have turned
to ashes on the lawn.

Life begins
anew to bloom –
with memory of winter
stars will shine
much brighter
come the dawn.

…

deceived by the chill ~

17 Monday Feb 2014

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

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o tell me again
of a moment so dear
could cleave from my soul
the remembrance
of ache
would weave
of the losing
a tapestry fine
wrapped as it was
to the story began

blest be the grieving
til nothing is lost
but an emptiness
filled by a kiss long ago
wrench from my sorrows
the mercy of love
– to remain
when the earth
is gone cold

let not these arms
be deceived by the chill
this bed
by the falling apart
tempt not these lips
in silence
to squander –
the richness of story
held by the heart

. . .

embers ~

14 Friday Feb 2014

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I’ve been thinking about this for a day or two….perhaps allowing a bit more time for thoughts to make words.

Several ladies in my office were talking earlier this week about Valentine’s Day, that it is also known as Single Appreciation Day. One wasn’t familiar with the term, and the other was explaining it as a period of celebration for those without Valentines.

A few thoughts came to mind. First, I couldn’t believe they would tell me without expecting some kind of response.

Who needs a valentine to love? ❤

But beyond that – more. Do we really need a day? Really? Shouldn’t we be reminded of love, and to be loving every day? So many of our holidays are with the same purpose, to remind us of things we should know, that we should celebrate every day. Christmas, Easter, Independence Day, Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, Veterans Day… How short is our memory that we would need to be reminded, or that we would need an excuse to show love?

And more….. What proof do we need to know we’re loved? Do we need a box of chocolates to know we matter to someone? I tend to make things way to simple, but there is no one that I love that would ever pass a single night without knowing I love them. Not believing I do – knowing I do. The same with me – I know I am loved. I don’t need proof. Love does that. If we allow it, it changes everything. And I’m not talking about the ‘burn-your-house down’ passion. I’m talking about the embers that remain to warm us throughout our years – on long nights – on cold nights. Embers don’t need words to be.

I’ve seen a post or two lately on this (thank you for the reminder, Jane). Love (true love) simply is. It doesn’t need a place or a time (or a name) to be. Do we need the manifestation to convince us? Ahhh, WE are the manifestation. We are the love. Let us sit softly against the glowing embers and remember (always) that we are loved.

❤
nights
have passed
tho none the same
as once
you spoke my name
embers glow
against me
in the dark
reminders
e’er I need to know
of all I understand
silence bends
in mercy
to the flame

. . .

inside out ~

13 Thursday Feb 2014

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I’ve worn
my inside out –
bones upon the floor
let my soul to dry
against the sun
grieved for understanding
told with lies
my truth
a purpose weaved
of patterns
come undone

when making
into story –
was more than I could say
more than I could tell
at any cost
were letting go
and letting in –
pages kept with tears
lives I’ve lived
tho ne’er a one
was lost

. . .

stones to cast ~

10 Monday Feb 2014

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for more than this
I faint would ask –
or tary on my knees
reminded not of pleadings past –
this blessing to appease

for more than sin
my honor paid –
more than stones to cast
as feathers
born of ancient flight
are given rise
at last

on western winds
a southern charm
is left our truth to tell
were nights
we lost to sleeping
the dreamer to dispel

broken boughs
left scattered bout –
forgotten where and when
the soul was saved
to coming back
with choice to break
again

. . .

a midnight in march ~

06 Thursday Feb 2014

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render
with mercy
if ever you tell
or cleave from wishes
these stars
fell to my eyes
a midnight in march
filling the night
wherever you are

might yet our story
be saved
to your soul
a passing of light on the way
a whisper of longing
kept by the wind
shall meet
with remembrance
someday

. . .

all ~

05 Wednesday Feb 2014

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how is it now
these lowly ears
can hear a heartbeat tender
tho miles
and mountains –
years have passed between
the whisper
calms the wanting
for all we knew to be –
was more than this
remembrance
of a dream

. . .