poet heart ~

of stories
long rewritten –
to a page
that won’t be kept
secrets folded soft
into the crease
lines to rub
where ink gave out –
fingers without memory
trace the ragged edge
of yesterday

sweet the sound
of almost sung –
names
and dates
and places
sunlight burning
tender through the pines
washes now
the winter –
a moment yet we stay
turned the bed
to face the southern
skies

letters
I’ve been writing
saved my name a place –
walked between my dreams
a mile with you
worried not
the path to choose
or what of time shall fill –

a story
meant for telling
kept for me
the end

. . .

fit the same ~

30 Tuesday Apr 2013

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of faded pearls
my grandma loved –
though where they came
uncertain
an unmarked box
the man brought down
one Sunday
after church

tied with dimestore string
proof
of someplace sweeter
another name for wearing
fit the same

as stockings
hats
and easter shoes
a blushing bride all over
reminded of a right
before her spring

. . .

between ~

30 Tuesday Apr 2013

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millenniums of growing
that I might
hold the seed –
became of seventeen
and twenty-five
became of growing wiser
one lesson
at a time –
would fall between
the fleeting dreams
keeping me
alive

a broken gate
a rusted lock –
and leaves are piling up
lofts are almost empty
yet I cling
onto the vast unknowing
falling through
the sky –
flickers tell of spirit
questioning

the ways before
revealing this –
a pathway through the light
roads are gone
but still the heart defends
a muted celebration –
souls unfolded now
breathless as a bloom
to wake again

. . .

signs we couldn’t see ~

30 Tuesday Apr 2013

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were messages
we never heard –
signs we couldn’t see
distracted by forever –
was a place
of mystery

a slight of imperfection
of darkness more
than night
moments more than
lifetimes there –
as shifted
us to light

words were lost
when others found –
our half
another made
symphonies of sorrow
– a music
no one played

kept apart
by living –
swore
some other way to find
eternity we wasted
– come together
in the mind

ages passed
and symbols gone
– life just passing
through
dawn was but a
place we loved –
signs before we knew

, , ,

storms betrayed ~

29 Monday Apr 2013

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stilled
within a silence
I’d forgotten how it felt –
strained against another
left unsaid

taken
by forever dreams
beyond my lover tears
fated list I made
for why I was

stayed behind –
kept inside
sitting with my sadness
baking bread
and singing to the night

circles drawn
to restlessness –
let me be the longer
folded into joy
the storms betrayed

echoes of a sorrow
cross the darkest sea –
safe within
the drowning –
reminders now to swim

. . .

for Delaney

by heart ~

28 Sunday Apr 2013

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stars are holding still
the wishes of my youth –
winking just before
their will gives out

loosed against an endless stream
of southern girls
and crosses –
heaven wears a face
I know by heart

rock me here
beneath the gleam –
where venus turns to notice
– wishes every one
are burning true

. . .

reminders ~

27 Saturday Apr 2013

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long the night becoming
in shadows of the dawn –
stars await their moment
with the sun

love remains unspoken
as a cooling autumn breeze
gathered now in arms
of evergreen

circles of forever
are writ in quiet there –
reminders of the passing
– not the end

whispers of forever
sit for ages with the light
in silent sweet surrender
we remember why we came

. . .

rainbow sigh ~

27 Saturday Apr 2013

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still
the noonday passing
cast her shadows
to my soul ~
I close my eyes
and I am there again
rocking neath
a rainbow sigh ~
held in light
just so
swayed against
a moment ~
holding on
and letting go

. . .

lacey lace ~

26 Friday Apr 2013

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how strange
the pull of nothing
when nowhere seems so far
and closer still –
the pieces left
of then
folded between pages
margins almost gone –
ink is dried
and fingers
have rubbed thin

the start
of just beginning –
the memory of more
lacey lace
and I don’t know what for
the roads were come
across and down –
through these southern
skies
painted me a somewhere
almost now

. . .