days between ~

I’m the daughter
of a son
a tender petition
an echo
where promise
once moved on the wind
a wave from the marrow
river of my heart
spoke
in the language
of soul

to your soul

a moment
returning
to one never lost –
how sweetly we feel
when cleared
from the past
remembered as whole
to places we’ve been
touched
without touching
eternally when
we were held
as a secret –
passed without word

from a light
just beginning
to burn

. . .

kaleidoscope witnesses ~

10 Thursday Sep 2015

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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acceptance, angels, assurance, beauty, blessings, bliss, dancing, divine this, fragile and one, grace, leaves, light, love, moments, seasons, swirling, tenderness, time, touch

autumn is flush
with mention of you
leaves to a crowded dance floor
symphonies raised
by fingers and string
remember me back
to another
one day
when your eyes
caught me falling the same
I could swear
poetry pooled
in the pause
between breaths
meter to counting
maple with ash
words spinning crimson
from pieces
of grey
kaleidoscope
witnesses
lifted to flight
as eternity come
in a moment
one day

. . .

nights between ~

20 Monday Jul 2015

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becoming, blessings, distance, divine, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, home, life, love, poetry, sacred intimacy, seasons, tenderness, time, truth, value

what name
was once you called to me
echoes o’er the storm
a distant light
unshaken by these memories
of home
a part of all that mattered
is forgiveness settled round
in tireless waves
the ways we were
before again abound
the sweetest blossoms
scattered
as breath in silence still
remains of wishes
traded
another place to fill
a lullaby forgotten
though not for comfort lent
as days I lost
ten thousand more between
counted from a distance
roads and stars
the same
paths converge
within the fault
of dreams

. . .

burns like whiskey ~

03 Wednesday Jun 2015

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angels, assurance, beauty, brokenness, choice, compassion, connection, depression, family, fearless, healing, hurt, letting go, love, tenderness, wholeness

in the breath
that was
an unborn child
a shadow
o’er the sun
ancient waves
crashing to the sea
echoing surrender
tears as silent rain
while wishing
fell asleep
against my soul
courage
burns like whiskey
when all the nights
are long
dreams denied
the sanctity
of home

. . .

Author’s Note: Recently, my heart has been laid open, working with someone I love (dearly) to address old hurts, old pains, scars beneath the scars. Depression wears thin across the same old lines, always taking more than we had to give.

the kiss ~

28 Monday Apr 2014

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Tags

breath, connection, conscious consciousness, destiny, dreams, faith, grace, kiss, knowledge, life, love, old maps, passion, soul touch, spirit, tenderness, truth, understanding

from the first
a stillness fluttered
as fingertips to voice –
as dragonflies
above a yellow flame
a kiss
of soul remembered –
for breath a moment lost
time conceded nothing
but a sigh
wanting not for more
than only this

. . .