09 Wednesday Jun 2021
Posted in Poetry, spirituality, verse
morning
comes slow
anxious the dawn
as light
pouring touch
from the night
how can I know
what ghosts
linger there –
distant horizons
await my retreat
a place where light
has no memory
of time –
a pause between kisses
as breath before
dawn
. . .
26 Wednesday May 2021
20 Tuesday Apr 2021
Posted in Poetry, spirituality, verse
Tags
a hand to hold, ache, age, grief, life, live, love, memory, missing, sorrow, soul, spirit memory, time, touch, trust
somewhere I know
you’re missing me –
I feel it in my bones
thick as blood
the curse of love
some other to atone
some other truth
an ageless lie –
to me they taste the same
as chicory to brandy –
memory to flame
somewhere
there is no faulting –
or life to intercede
somewhere
we sleep as one
in fields of green
beyond the reach
of wanting –
for another hand to hold
somewhere
the heart remembers
how I miss you
in my soul
. . .
31 Wednesday Mar 2021
Tags
becoming, eternity, life, love, moments, morning, poetry, smile, sometimes, story, touch, witness me, words
paint my blush
as roses –
my kiss
a cherry wine
fill me with your story –
and I shall give you
mine
a painter
not a poet –
a writer made to bleed
take my ears
so they might learn
the ways you came
for me
steal my breath
my every word
verse I thought to pen
take of rhyme surrendered
– and write it
to my skin
paint my dreams
by candle –
my morning with your smile
leave the stars
to wonder
where we go
. . .
23 Tuesday Mar 2021
Posted in home, Poetry, spirituality
Tags
acceptance, all I really know, bliss, love, nothing more than this, poetry, soul memory, time, touch, trust
however lost
are moments past
now folded into days
and pushed against
the places I can’t reach
lessened by my leaving
a memory returns
of another life –
a place
I’ve sworn to be
when choosing comes
take my hand
lest we lose our way
imagine us a moment without end
welcomed recognition
of each eternity –
where love awaits
the choice to love
again
. . .
10 Tuesday Nov 2020
Posted in Poetry, spirituality
sometimes
a whole day passes
and I am left the same –
no less than words would bury
a shadow of me remains
some nights
I fear the crying
of night birds on the rise –
thought is splintered into rhyme
and I dare not close
my eyes
sometimes
I wake beyond the dream
where there’s no proof of us –
no morning I might trade again
for the memory
of your touch
it’s not the same
we’re not the same
as once we were a longing filled
it seems my mind has forgotten –
what my soul
remembers still
. . .
12 Monday Oct 2020
Posted in a time for telling, Poetry, spirituality, verse
beyond the first
of lifetimes spent –
spread beneath the cedars
a scratch defies the hour
we were born
for what becomes
of moments held above
the worth of others –
a touch
to free the night
we waited on
hold my name
upon your tongue –
as memory of taste
tie it to a story
none can tell
as well as you –
tho time has eased
into another morning –
where once were words
twas there
I loved you well
. . .
29 Tuesday Sep 2020
Posted in Poetry, Rambling, spirituality
Tags
echoes beneath my skin, home, life, love, moments, remember me, sometimes, soul speak, story, time, touch, trust, truth, woman
I break
when least expected –
and rise against my will
sometimes I race
sometimes I’m standing still
I’ve known the hurt
of heartbreak
the salty sting of tears
how long the morning after
when after all these years
I still recall
without regret –
most every goodbye kiss
the whisper of remember me
to moments such as this
hearts entreating
music stirring just beneath
my skin
as melodies we played
are played again
. . .
24 Thursday Sep 2020
Posted in home, Poetry, spirituality, verse
Tags
easy as I, home, letting go, life, love, missing, poetry, that thing I do with a pen, time, touch
sometimes it hurts
more than words –
than e’er a poem
would want confess
I find a joy
in grieving
that moves my soul to rest
to say goodbye
letting go
but for my heart
I might be gone
down the ways
beyond your name
beyond the pull of home
beyond the want
of evermore –
the memory of touch
leaves are falling
storm clouds
into dust
. . .
29 Wednesday Jul 2020
Posted in Poetry, spirituality
loosen every season
on all we’re meant to find
– another life
beyond this sweet refrain
let me rest
against your heart
and wake within your dream
move my soul
to wonder
why we came
pacify my longing
share with me
your breath –
linger
lest your touch
become my own
wrap your love
around me –
whisper soft my fate
gather me to memories
of home
. . .
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