talk with bears ~

27 Sunday May 2012

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how might the night
be slept away
and yearned but for another
heaven here on earth
as whiter
snowflakes swirled

from somewhere else
much colder now
than ash by fate decided
were stones beneath the rapids
polished cedar bark

where all was still
but for the bears
without the words to warn us
spoke only to each other
of spring
their next goodbye

lanterns lit
and lightning bugs
were settled down in secret
brushed into illusion
as skies of indigo

so slow the dawn
returning
to breathless apprehension
six months denied
the glow of sacred sun

whispers I remember
as planets moved together
bears to talk with bears
the night shall talk
to none

angels remaining ~

26 Saturday May 2012

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living run over with angels
and pictures –
lacey white lace all around
souvenirs tumble from half hidden drawers
and shelves are bowed low
with the weight of my life

places and people –
(though some are gone missing)
last night I waited
their souls by the door

lights burn beyond me
above this sweet presence
and all that is left
my treasures to hold
some say forever
are lost their reminders
but I carry them with me
wherever I go –

a tattoo of love
makes no room for sorrow
and sometimes in mirrors I see
her eyes in reflections
of grandaddy’s creases –
his hands when I reach
now to touch

my laughter an echo
inheritance dances –
and I sleep just the same
as she does
of the best (every one)
the worst but a shadow –
and I pay no rent to that place

might lifetimes become
in the blink of existing –
and all that is left
forgotten my name –
but for traces of something
they can’t quite imagine

and a picture still standing
with angels in lace

celebration ~

25 Friday May 2012

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for moments
gladly waiting
and years rolled into years
would sorrow sit –
I begged him please
to go –
I hold myself
and wrap my arms
around this sweet becoming
salvation
feels the same
when winter slows

softer now the leaves
beneath my
naked feet –
chestnuts roll
the banks (and wash away)
criers cry
as morning doves
wait in loving echoes
earnest comes the sun
into the day

the narrows ~

25 Friday May 2012

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the pathway sometimes narrows
for a moment – only fright
for what might be
eluding me
beyond this lovely night

would light ahead
be guidance
to a place I left behind –
or saved by wings unwilling
to alter space and time

remembered something
more than life –
more than kisses known
sunlight warms the frozen dawn
memories of his own –

proof of love
surrendering
the last cool breath of May
strength to bear the burdens
of innocence betrayed

beyond where someone listens
for a name
(a sound so sweet)
are echoes where a heart
was known to beat

no getting back
nor going ’round
just once and one more dance
lights beyond the best we willed
betrays our circumstance

places we can’t see ~

25 Friday May 2012

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connection, death, dreams, faith, forgiveness, grace, living, love, Memorial Day, passion, reason, relationship, resurrection, spirit, strength, truth, wisdom

Lovers cradled
breast to breast –
soldiers welcomed home.
Beds are made
to places we can’t see.

Seasons pass
as words to water –
long abandoned springs.
For every life
ten thousand more
within her bosom sleep.

Shield to shield
as kiss to kiss –
lips denied
their stories.
Songs no one remembers

– she sings to them
tonight.

again to flame ~

24 Thursday May 2012

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was once a night
remembered
and I awakened in the dark
for you were gone
(I hurt so bad that summer)
as in the place of wonder
I was left with silent rain
a will-o-wisp
and the memory of touch
fell away
beneath the weight
of demons

forgotten what it was
to breathe
to love

the darkness
crushed against the cold
and I thought again
to flame –
a candle raised
arm-length to the sky
names were kept
of stars I made
sparks of long ago
streams of what we wanted
sailed as whispers
to the wind –

forever keeps
a tender flare –
sacred to the night
forgotten now
the falling
into dreams

whisperings ~

24 Thursday May 2012

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my grandmother knew
as grandmothers know
when first they held us to light
something (but who has the words
to describe it)
hush (now the sins of) your heart
take it down
burn the bed
whispering flutters
madness to meaning
though everyone shades (their soul)
from the truth
a sign unexpected
broken and scattered
there goes the star
now ahead
won’t say a thing
about stories repeated
things we might know
(we don’t know)
messages can’t be heard
above screaming
where I am (listening)
grandmother knows

after thought ~

23 Wednesday May 2012

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I know
you’d never know it
by the way
you hold your gin
but there are lines
around your eyes
I can’t resist
there’s a far away
(I wonder) do you know it
even now
there’s a place you go
where nothing much exists
yet I remain
as was before
and wait for your return
no matter to the time
or space between
for only this
a moment passed
and I am once again
touching you
in worlds
beyond your dream

breath of spring ~

22 Tuesday May 2012

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When the light has come
and here
on dusty shelves
I claim my past with you ~
(the breath of spring)
I shall fill my lungs at last ~
and write my name
in colors of this dawn
of summertime and locust bloomed
in swirls of aubergine
Nights were cool
‘cept when I touched your skin ~
constellations etched
from blade to bade
Was there I knew another life ~
the life I love again

fabled star ~

22 Tuesday May 2012

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had I known of this
before the morning after came –
before the touch
was mine to change the rest
had I known of time
when nothing else
mattered (but the moments)
– would I have listened
when the warning came
to run

when the way was blocked
and ivy weaved in weeds
across my path –
when wonder filled a place (I didn’t know)
when came to me the reason
every question I allowed
– dreams of blue horizons
filled my soul

had I known the cost
for every care –
and vows I couldn’t keep
was there one I knew before –
I’ll come again
resolved to every breath anew
to change before I changed –
to save myself
from falling (let me fall)

when skin forgets
the arms that held –
words when none were said –
when years have gathered
all I have to give –
wish on me (a fabled star)
as vapor holds the flame

sleep
and I shall find you –
e’er you dream