rescued ~

beyond the ways
already known –
fates are curved just so
ashes bloomed
to gardens red
I knew
you’d find me here
forgotten by
each measure of regret
as verses meant to cut us
thru and thru

beyond the pond
where stillness lay
in wait for any reason
as ripples from this passing
love is spread
beyond the warmth
of memory –
I can’t believe you came
a golden glow
as destinies are wed

. . .

that holds my song ~

07 Wednesday Aug 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling, Storytelling

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for this touch
to trade
the evening news
a voice I swear I know
sits within
the meadow of my soul

reminding me
of seasons past
times I couldn’t stay
surviving
for another –
to remember me
this way

in sheets
of softest flannel
tiny yellow blooms
are wrapped against
the place
that holds my song
just beyond the distance
sparrows fill the trees –
where dreams are lost
to others
I belong

soft the swell
of silence
asleep beneath the bed
wherein the past
is tempt to keep me here
violins are playing –
as crickets cry amen
flannel wills the darkness
disappear

. . .

heaven here ~

06 Tuesday Aug 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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moments crowd
a gentle dawn –
tis there the promise sleeps
camped beneath
exalted arms of green
songs are lifted tender
of one more time we knew
of heaven here –
lifetimes pressed
between

however sweet
the knowing comes
in tiny purple petals
as blooms
the same as stars
our light returned
beauty swims in mystery
of longing never settled –
dreams are falling
somewhere still
we yearn

. . .

listening ~

05 Monday Aug 2013

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what way
the right becoming –
which wander I
to home
would seek the path
another walked
alone

forsaken not
persuasion –
to go as one be led
I’ll take you there
some other way
– instead

along the trust
we reached beyond
moments held between
whispers tangled
(listening)
in boughs of
evergreen

. . .

this way ~

05 Monday Aug 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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becoming, bliss, breath, connection, destiny, fearless, forgiveness, grace, life, love, passion, poetry, postmark, reason, relationship, restless, soul signature, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, understanding, wandering, writing

stay the night
unburdened
by where has gone
the day –
as pieces of our past
are put away

into the realm
of all I am –
what more
we might become
the ways to home
and I
your only one

as stilled
before the waking
to heaven one more time
the light has shifted
now –
as one divine

was come for me
and waited more than breath
the years have left
– to find the key
where’er the lock
be kept

forsaken not
the telling –
were love to reason why
words have lost
their meaning
– as have I

daylight beams
in silent streams
across the place we lay
as I remember
once before –
forgetting you
this way

. . .

beyond this set ~

04 Sunday Aug 2013

Posted by tornadoday in folklore, Poetry

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becoming, bliss, destiny, faith, fearless, grace, life, love, memory, passion, reason, southern, spirit, spirituality, strength, understanding

dare me live
within this hope
of others – none as I
to keep your needs
unlock your cellar doors
as harnessed
by a memory –
became the only one
beyond this setting
shadow –
of loves we knew
before

as written by
the willing rush
of sun into the sea
as scarlet flame
immersed in sudden blue
time denied the keeper
stay with me
the now –
and I shall bring
forever home
to you

. . .

worry and wheat ~

04 Sunday Aug 2013

Posted by tornadoday in folklore, Poetry, Storytelling

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connection, destiny, faith, family, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, kentucky, knowledge, life, love, nature, old maps, passion, reason, southern, spirit, strength, understanding, wandering

how could you know
unknowing –
of ways before we were
as light between the candle
and the flame
a touch of almost
nothing
fades without you here
how could you know –
my skin don’t feel
the same

as living unexpected
when thought my purpose done
fields are growing
over yesterday
grain is separated
golden from the chaff
as pieces
never meant
are blown away

morning comes
remembering –
another dawn I lay
wrapped in softest linen
counted sleep
folded now to memory –
stored upon the shelf
take me down
as moments –
left to keep

. . .

poetry ~

03 Saturday Aug 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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becoming, bliss, cherokee, fearless, grace, knowing, knowledge, life, love, passion, poetry, postmark, reason, restless, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, wandering

speak to me
as poetry –
moonlight burns
to shadows
planks are warped
by years
of getting on

divining joy
from everything –
floating freedom
fearless
hands are held –
no need for maps
I own

to know me
as you know me –
what weight my words
to fall
as graces
stretched to catch
the gathered glow

split across the colors
back into
these arms –
verses worn
by every letting go

. . .

the fault of dreams ~

02 Friday Aug 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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bliss, cherokee, connection, conscious consciousness, dreams, faith, fearless, grace, knowledge, love, old maps, passion, postmark, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, understanding

how brief
to home
was heaven bound
wings along the roof
with plans to leave
before the morning come
caught within the meter
of fading reveries –
take to hold
a moment nearly gone

whiskey warms
the fault of dreams
flannel on the floor
pages flutter madly –
silken flame
thwarted by the reunite
years and years
and none –
were written
to my soul
before you came

. . .