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for the promise of more ~

27 Tuesday Sep 2022

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confession, life, love, realization, sometimes, surrender, time, understanding

this is the part
where longing makes sense
a sigh where my dreams
fall away
a name spoken softly
tho shadows can hear
what was saved
for this moment
from another
some day

this is the part
the part where i bend
a place where you lay
in my arms
for a while
trading secrets
for the promise of more
e’en now
there’s a warmth
at the tempt of my smile

i can’t be made
to surrender

. . .

songs I cannot hear ~

29 Friday Jul 2022

Posted by tornadoday in home, Poetry, verse

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carry me sweetly, knowledge, life, love, nature, poetry, silence, spirit, truth, understanding, what I know

are there songs
the swallow knows –
as breath against my ear
the poetry of doves
who can hear
a string of lines
only pines
are made to understand
notes beneath
the silences I fear

story yet unwritten
leaves
of yesterday –
moments stretched
to fill eternity
a touch
falls unnoticed
as wings upon the sea –
to find I never told you
what I whispered
to the breeze

are there words
I’ve still to ponder –
trapped beneath my skin
truths to breach the night
lest I pretend
there is nothing left
to make a noise
no feelings I can hide
songs I cannot hear
above the tide

. . .

the only way I knew ~

14 Thursday Apr 2022

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling, verse

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grace, life, love, seasons, some other way to home, time, truth, understanding

from these pages
what is written
will become
of all I am –
words I thought would hold
what’s left of you
from these stories
might you learn
of some other way
I loved –
breath that was
the only way I knew

tears to flood
an ocean –
I sailed into the sun
carried by my longing
with a wish
to understand
the whys for which
you stayed away –
longer lest I grieve
days I rose
to curse
these empty hands

. . .

what only lovers know ~

23 Sunday Jan 2022

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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all I really know, comprehension, forever this, life, love, now, time, truth, understanding

what benefit
is destiny
when all we do is pine
for another life –
another breath
some other choice
divine

a moment come
when words are met –
by a heart that fits
us so
is worth the price
for wanting –
what only lovers
know

there is no time
beyond today –
no break
beyond the trees
where life is lived
apart from here –
as truth resolved
to be

. . .

beyond the wait ~

01 Friday Oct 2021

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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courage, grace, life, love, memory, messenger, soul, spirit, time, trust, truth, understanding

when hearths
are warmed
by who we are
beyond the wait
where lanterns sway
beneath an ancient dark
evermore to waste

as time
we could not give
locks already failed
secrets bound together
by the ways
of which we came

had you known
of truths I carried –
a chair beside my bed
a hope
already seated
with my soul
leaving yet to suffer
memory to fill

save for me
a place you love
to love

. . .

the right to feel ~

23 Thursday Sep 2021

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grace, hands, life, love, memory, skin, soul, stoy, touch, understanding

these hands
have nurtured promise
and still
they let you go –
were not a lack
of privilege
to love you so
garnered fate –
feared your heart
might change the weight
of life –
prayed when there was
nothing
to defend
these hands
they’ve earned
the right to feel –
graced
a tender land
yearned for one last
mystery
with grace to
understand
you were mine
and I was here –
who shall write the rest
caught within your
wishes –
warmed beneath
your breath

. . .

ache ~

07 Wednesday Jul 2021

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

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destiny, dreams, home, life, love, moon, mystery, night, personal, pull of the moon, sometimes, that thing I do, trade, understanding

from slumber
I am taken –
lest my dreams
return for me
lest my covers ache
the essence
of my sin
when the moon is perched
along the southern eve
let him weep
let him find me distant
find me gone
succumb to all was
missing –
surrendered not to fate
one more day
I dare not spend it now
steal me from
the cool embrace
of sheets just off the line
shatter my
allegiance
to the night

. . .

better than most ~

18 Thursday Feb 2021

Posted by tornadoday in Rambling, spirituality, Storytelling

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family, forgiveness, knowing, love, remembrance, truth, understanding, wealth

At the recent passing of my aunt, I am reminded of all the things I love and loved about her – how she enjoyed blueberry syrup, her love for coffee, the sound of her laughter. I also reflect on the things I’ve surely gathered from her – my backbone, my stature, my love for pepper on cantaloupe, and the way I hold my hand over my heart when something touches me.

I’m humbled in the blessing of our lives clipped together, these ‘things’ that we share (we carry, we keep). But, I am also grateful to know about them – to know what she loved as well as how she loved.

We should want for nothing more than to have someone truly know us – what we dream, what we grieve, what we love (when the night is dark and the ground so very cold).

I am reminded of an instance some years ago. My husband and I had a pretty deep discussion about my assertion that he might not know me as well as he thought. To prove my point I asked, ‘what’s my favorite color’.

Let me say here that I’m painfully aware that I am far more observant than most people. I listen for every hint of the story. If you mention some author to me over coffee in January, don’t be surprised when you receive a signed edition for Christmas. It’s what I do, and yet, I like to think myself forgiving of those who aren’t made the same.

But I also want to believe that those who love us most should be inclined to know us better than most.

Anyway, back to the story. This ‘conversation’ occurred during a time when my brother-in-law traveled quite a bit and as a result, my sister and her little ones stayed with us a few nights each week. It so happened that they arrived just as the above discussion was ending.

Cameron, her two year-old son, was beaming as he came through the door, declaring he had a present for me (sure payment for the fact that I always had one for him). His little hand was clutched tight in front of him as I knelt down, excited for sure, and asked what it might be. As he slowly uncurled his fingers, I could see that a red M&M had melted all over his hand. O wow, I said. Then he looked straight at me (through me) and said ‘I got it for you because it’s your favorite color.’ ❤️

Even now, I’m smiling just as I did in that moment………….

I pray that I never have cantaloupe and pepper without thinking of my aunt Lillian. And when I die, God help the poor soul who dares to bury me in blue…

might that you remember
the color of my eyes –
the way my fingers
warmed against your skin
how I take my coffee
and where my weakness lies
what I love –
for whom I’ll come
again

. . .

without permission ~

12 Friday Feb 2021

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality

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acceptance, blessing, life, love, someone's only, spirit memory, truth, understanding, union

for in the threads
where life is knotted
colors blend to form a new
shade of red
the sunrise sweeter –
as the sea –
a kinder blue
traces
loving graces
pull apart
each fragile weave
spun to webs
of rich communion
the heart expands
as we receive
without permission
one together –
moments broken
til we become
someone’s breath
someone’s only –
someone’s light
outshines
the sun

. . .

given wings ~

04 Thursday Feb 2021

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality

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dreams, life, love, solace, soul voice, spirit, time, trust, truth, understanding

beyond this restlessness
I feel –
there lies with you
a solace
of solitude perceived
but few can say
how many times
your name was called
but not a sound was heard
as whispers of a songbird
never sang

if ever you should wonder
where on earth
I’ve come to be –
when given wings
which way the winds to blow
where were you
when I was lost –
to lay my body down
and begged your spirit
come –
as one to know

where to light
another night –
scattered thoughts to fade
flush the edges
first for one more time
as made for us
a place apart –
shall call this dreamer home
across a page
and given none to
rhyme

the same as then
you are at last –
my seasons soft returning
red and yellow leaves
as love to will
quiet as a Sunday morn
warm as July nights
if ever life is come
my breath to still

. . .

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