longer ~

14 Sunday Jul 2013

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of graces
unforgotten –
how it felt to say
your name
to look into the eyes
where sunlight set
fragile me
becoming of another
I am not
wasted tears
are rivers all
but dry

tarry here
a moment more
than I remember asking
press against
these weathered window panes
breathe into my longing
tell me something
sweet –
as storms are passed
and I the night
shall fill

briar blooms
in shades of red –
bittersweet blackberry
pick me not
the purple –
lest I bruise
with memory of springtimes past
there you held me
longer –
bound as life eternal
to places I am
you

immaculate ~

14 Sunday Jul 2013

Posted by tornadoday in folklore, Poetry

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she wakes
and I am waiting
the meaning of her sighs
as pink and yellow ribbons
to the wheat
washing now
in rivers – of divine
her mysteries
fill the soul
deciding
not to sleep

she loves
and I am willing
one more life
this one to save –
another time
for other loves
the same –
scarlet brush of passion
marks a morning sky
angels weep
with memory of night

she sees
and I am ever
as a child into her fold
pressed against the bosom
of her sin
carried as a baby would
let me lead –
I will
know as she is knowing
of the truth
she wakes
within

. . .

lessons in surrender ~

13 Saturday Jul 2013

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beauty, becoming, connection, destiny, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, life, love, old maps, passion, prison, promises, reason, resurrection, self, spirit, strength, understanding

it seems
and yet I can’t be sure
my reasons for becoming –
the ways I’ve come
in shadows
of the sun

the rocky path
above the vale –
darkness gleaned
of silence
as trust I dared
remember
to the light

lessons
in surrender
tears and time
to wonder –
who am I to listen
– who to wait

blossoms burst
from dirty hands
as hearts somewhere
to whisper –
my name aloud
in places
I am found

. . .

come before ~

10 Wednesday Jul 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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bliss, connection, destiny, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, life, love, old maps, passion, reason, restless, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, wandering

but for moments
left a lifetime –
markers linger
from the fall
whispered thunder
rolling canvas
– white the page
beneath the squall

living words
I have no language
but for taste – what tongue shall know
where I passed
(or where I lingered)
long before
my letting go

threads to bare
as guilded treasure –
write your name upon my heart
promise still of everafter
one more kiss
before we start

. . .

summer sense ~

08 Monday Jul 2013

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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

. . .

without the ache ~

08 Monday Jul 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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becoming, breath, comfort, connection, destiny, dreams, fearless, forgiveness, God, grace, home, knowing, life, memory, nature, old maps, passion, postmark, reason, relationship, restless, spirit, strength, understanding, wandering

before
and still
the shadows come
to grace familiar light
as fragile once was fallen
from the sky

pled apart
for grieving –
one for me and naught
the twilight paled
as slumber questioned why

awake for me
the longing –
was left by touch divine
as sacred now the pleading
slip away

carry me
marry me
doubt me not tomorrow
another sun shall break
against the pain

willows lean
into the cause –
without the ache complaining
somewhere near are sparrows
turning home

tethered by a promise
almost
not forgotten
there shall be
my welcome back –
to find this way
alone

. . .

to feel this way ~

08 Monday Jul 2013

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becoming, bliss, connection, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, life, love, passion, poetry, spirit, spirituality, strength, understanding, wonder

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

. . .

to the lines ~

07 Sunday Jul 2013

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becoming, bliss, connection, dreams, fearless, grace, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, poetry, relationship, restless, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, writing

still my sound
with ancient prose –
haiku of the heart
ease the want for needing
more than this
sieve my thoughts
to paper –
where now your name is writ
poems memorized
upon a kiss

wring my rhyme
from history –
for once you knew me well
two beats more
than then –
a sweeter song
kept my heart from beating
saved another breath –
margins wished away
before the dawn

score me to the lines
another meant to own
when found the pen
was waiting
for the page
swirled within the indigo
parchment of regret
hold me here –
your longing to assuage

. . .

Author’s Note – Inspired in part by the following post by a beautiful talented soul. Thank you, friend.
http://thesilentfingers.wordpress.com/2013/07/07/you-are-my-poem-2/comment-page-1/#comment-912