of comfort
I’ve decided
there is none quite
the same
as joy
that wraps around me
and speaks of love
by name
. . .
by name ~
28 Sunday Jan 2018
Posted in Poetry
Tag Archives: truth
it won’t matter ~
25 Thursday Jan 2018
Tags
dreams, eternal, faith, home, life, light, love, memories, that which remains, time, truth, wealth
will come a time
when it won’t matter
what I wrote –
stories
given place
with another
my name
a distant musing
words where there
are none
what solace found
beyond the reach of soul
it won’t matter
how I loved
or how deeply I endeared
the colors
of each season
the taste of cappucine
it won’t matter
where I found you –
or where we were
when first
we knew
it won’t matter
that my laughter
carried more
than all my tears
that my song
has found its rhythm
in the rain
. . .
the fierce embrace of living ~
25 Thursday Jan 2018
Posted in Poetry
Tags
beginning, divine blessing, immortality, living, love, purpose, reflection, soul, spirit, truth
were not for love
what purpose this –
the fierce embrace
of living
the gentle tug
of evermore –
a hand that fits
the same
what mortal death
the slightest power
to steal what none can steal
truth
that even silent lips
proclaim
tis not for us
to understand
of breath
beyond the knowing
of graces heaven gathers
in our name
. . .
returned somehow ~
24 Wednesday Jan 2018
I was at last
an eager breath –
the scent of snow on dust
a place of nearly nothing
how I felt
when you were gone
going –
which and still
I wonder now
but I’ve returned
somehow
in learning
none are gone away –
the journey
blooms with seeds
from yesterday
. . .
Regardless the journey, we are never lost to love nor us to it. Where we are, it is…….. We carry love; it carries us. Home is a place to which we are always going….a familiar we’ve never forgotten.
beyond the reach of always ~
23 Tuesday Jan 2018
Posted in Poetry, Rambling, Storytelling
Tags
faith, forgiveness, love, questions, seasons, surrender, time, truth, understanding, wondering
beyond
the reach of always
where questions
often hide
tis there you love –
as wings above
the tide
how many
are the lives between
the first
the last and then –
a place
we’ve yet to understand
awaits our time
again
I wonder
when the moon is filled
do you linger with
its rise
across the page
of ages past –
to sit atop
the sky
. . .
returned to rhyme ~
23 Tuesday Jan 2018
Tags
beginning, breath, constellation, immortal, infinite, life, love, nature, never ending, soul, spirit, stars, story, truth
was e’er a moment
feigned recall
the whisper of your sigh –
a taste of memory
was your kiss
a story of beginning
as life returned to rhyme
verses spilt in silent
reverie
where stars are yet
becoming
a place i know by heart
forever shines the brightest
in your eyes
a billion tiny wishes
of constellation web –
flames to fill
a dark
eternity
. . .
wake me ~
22 Monday Jan 2018
Posted in Poetry, Storytelling
when all the rest are gone ~
19 Friday Jan 2018
Posted in Poetry, Storytelling
what willing spring
shall flutter
as leaves into a stream
to take away
the chill that wears my bones
what blossom
yet imagined
is tempted from the seed
to right the window sill
inside my home
what memory
shall warm me –
as places I have known
a breath of everything I love
when all the rest are gone
. . .
worn to rust ~
05 Friday Jan 2018
Tags
closer than the stars, divine intimacy, home, hope, letters, love, mail, only this, remembrance, reminders, staying, truth
the mail came
and the walk –
not much further
than before
when scented pages
threw a kiss
across the landscape
never threatened
by the rivers
or mountains drawn
between
a whisper spawned
of poetry
feelings
worn to rust
rhyme we never
claimed to understand
the way it was
forever
pressed into the fold
ink became
the memory of dreams
. . .
set to loose again ~
29 Friday Dec 2017
had I been gifted
one more eternity –
another virgin dawn
to linger
o’er mysteries
almost understood
saved from nights repented
and set to loose again
days returning –
a baby cried
with want for one last kiss
a lifetime never lost –
by counting done
. . .
Happy New Year’s, my friends. In the house that is my heart, you are ten thousand windows! ❤
tornadoday 