harvest still ~

12 Tuesday Feb 2013

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bliss, connection, destiny, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, kentucky, life, living, love, memory, old maps, reason, relationship, restless, spirit, spirituality, star crossed, strength, understanding, wandering

the seasons
unrelenting –
as chasing one another
winter blew
as ashes on July
last we spoke –
November
was a time I’ve come
to love –
holding still
the magic of our spring

waiting there
within the chill
of autumn to the harvest –
more than e’er
we knew to understand
bitter wheat
was turned again
to seed the fields of summer –
dreams we dreamed
awake us different
now

across
and thru
these sleepless nights
blankets drag
the ground –
revealed another truth
for why we came
wanting but for nothing
would see the past
undone –

the snow would melt
to flowers all
around

. . .

porcelain slivers ~

11 Monday Feb 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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connection, fearless, grace, life, living, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, restless, signs, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, wisdom

were ever you broken
how else could you know
the pattern reserved
for a now shattered cup
of vines caressing
the fragile gilt edge
– were wishing for more
than a thimble

tipped beyond
reasonable
longing to stay
when scattered as dust
to the boards
porcelain slivers
grieve now the stain
was left of a kiss
by the fall

. . .

one heart ~

08 Friday Feb 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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becoming, connection, conscious consciousness, death, destiny, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, reason, restless, soul, soul signature, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, understanding, wisdom

had I known you here
some other day –
for lives so
different now
for the tangled up
and pulled apart –
of graces we allowed

had I known of love
would choose the same
to cross
into your night
as a verse
recited silent
wing’ed to your light

had I known the way
would bring us home –
as dreams
this time foretold
would love you still
for sorrows felt –
one heart
one hand to hold

had I known you
as I know you
with time and space
to be
forever
we are loving this
– an unknown
destiny

. . .

storyful wonder ~

07 Thursday Feb 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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becoming, belonging, bliss, fearless, grace, knowledge, life, living, love, nature, passion, reason, restless, soul signature, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, wisdom, woman, wonder

carve to my cup
hand painted finches
and mid-evil strings
of haiku
ten thousand traces
invisible graces
– truth come of nothing
when nothing
would do

quilt me a blanket
of storyful wonder
three times more red
than ever was blue
stiches so small
the past won’t unravel
wherever the future –
I’m taking it too

loblolly pinecones
cover the ground – as hands
to surrender the keys
stay for the telling
I swore to remember –
of spirits returning
their light to the trees

build me a nest
of lapis and whiskers
copper with sorrows divine
clear me a place
hung high in the timbers –
stay for the grieving
or leave us
behind

whiskey magnolias ~

06 Wednesday Feb 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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becoming, connection, dreams, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, home, kentucky, life, love, nature, passion, reason, relationship, spirit, strength, travel, truth, wandering, wisdom

whiskey magnolias
and red rivers rising
carry me home
by way
of the south
eastward and skyward
take me Kentucky
where sunsets are gathered
to ferry me now

blackberry bruises
and two kinds of loving
made for me
saved for me
all I have known
fruit trees have taken
the worst of the winters
and words cling to pages
of story outgrown

passionate placement
of names before curses
sweet tea
and all day to dream –
light from the window
spills now the morning –
as love fills the places
we passed
in between

keep to your slumber
and I will be there –
tangled to threads
where reason fell through
dogwood and darling
nobody knows –
of roads I’m becoming
(winding my) way
back to you

. . .

iris ~

04 Monday Feb 2013

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becoming, bliss, connection, death, dreams, fearless, forgiveness, grace, life, love, old maps, restless, soul signature, spirit, spirituality, strength, surrender, truth, wisdom, wonder

whatever now
the thought has been
that I might die the winter –
and go to sleep
beneath the frigid wind
warmed below
an icy shawl –
tears would never melt
or blossoms see
their way again
to grow

of princes come
for me before –
and waited long this night
returning me a path
I’d never been
worn in places
some would say
they saw me fly one morning –
held within a stream
of northern lights

iris stands
two hundred strong –
naked in surrender
as dreaming
burst to life
another day
when words were fallen
easily –
as whispers to the dawn
withholding yet a place
to lay me down

. . .

sway ~

03 Sunday Feb 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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cherokee, connection, family, fearless, grace, gravel roads, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, reason, restless, spirit, strength, understanding, wandering, wisdom, wonder

wet leaves
scattered –
friend to foe
lunas into sorrows
flaming as the scarlet
black –
nature’s cabaret
silken souls
defend their woes
martyrs of the moon
whisper of the lying nights
nestled us between

cold beneath
the dapple light
spun amid the shadows
was come of love
when spring remembered fall
roses crushed to memory
– scents I used to wear
pressed into my hem –
a garden gate

cocked the head
of ravens –
ancient mercies
home to roost
with pieces wound
of juniper and jade –
silver voices rise
into the chilly mountain air
opal eyes reflecting
us as truth

. . .

the last hello ~

03 Sunday Feb 2013

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bliss, breath, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, life, love, moments, passion, postmark, reason, restless, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, woman, wonder

between the passing
month to month
may to january
were moments
kept to heaven –
by the way I said your name
the same as wild blueberry
muscadine
and peach –
cut my tongue on briar
burrs to skin

the last hello
unnoticed
thought there’d be one more
or two –
left the door unlocked
the windows bare
fashioned me
a favored key –
and hung it round your heart
kissed the place
of lullabyes
nonstop

of mystic ways
I held no sway –
knew not of the seasons
or whether love
could live beyond this dream
remembered as a whisp
of smoke
floated blue above us
strings to tie forever
to my soul