this time ~

winter remembers
the curve of the tempter
longing decided
by locust and rain
destiny weaved
a honeybee’s locket
carpenters curse
neath a mountain of leaves

shifted and shy
the humble to pace ~
get us to bed
and turn not away
lover make haste
for seasons gone by
and I without sword
but provision
to fly

further each time
from the memory of home ~
faint as the serpent
pulled clean
through the yard
was carved into hunter
by each
tender blade

pristine ~

29 Tuesday Jan 2013

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slow not my heart
in the shade of forsaken
to gather as dust
in yesterday’s war –
left in a room
with pictures and promise
piano nobody plays

save not my name
for sunday night vigils
or prayers at the end –
(at the end)
of your day
take not these eyes
as sweet consolation –
for others
here passing
in life unafraid

seal not these lips
with burdens of silence
or kisses
ten thousand
reserved
know of these lands
sleep in these pastures –
but guard not the longing
(to rise)
from your soul

spare not remission
for moments revealed
as poured from the deep –
(let it flow)
spare not excuses
for some errant life
or linger the night
letting go

breathe not a word
of the story unfolding –
yet slow not my heart
in your shade

. . .

another ~

28 Monday Jan 2013

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if I were born
another place –
and never heard your name
or memorized the music
of your voice
would the night arrive
unnoticed
as wings above the pines
would I leave my prayers
for coming back
behind

if I were loved
some other way –
and stayed my will to know
of lessons almost ended
by my days
would lips be sealed
and not for one –
remembered as a kiss
buried with the memory
of refrain

if I were here
some other day –
familiar comprehension
as words to scatter
ashes to the wind
the failsafe of forever
eternity begins
within a dream
another fragile death

folded to a locket
buried with my sins –
reminders fall
around me
in the dark
verses haunt the pages
wherein another waits
held against a name
I dare not say

. . .

ransom for a kiss ~

28 Monday Jan 2013

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poppies grew
one august –
flush against the barn
and someone said
they saw a man
asleep out on the lawn

were whispers
from the kitchen –
tho no one held the proof
of where the stories
started –
while searching
for the truth

a busted fence
and thirty head
of cattle – more or less
babies crying
somewhere now –
for longing unconfessed

separate beds
and darkened rooms
places kept apart –
ten thousand miles
and eighteen steps
worn between their hearts

how many sorrows
offered
as ransom for a kiss
touch reserved for evermore
was never meant
for this

a slight of girl
to question –
how to know
when love was real –
would wonder
just how long the wait
for broken hearts
to heal

…

something unsaid ~

27 Sunday Jan 2013

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breathe
and for a moment
eternities still
the first
the last
forever I am held
within something unsaid –
garnered a kiss long ago
falling as voice
into praise

fleeting
reminders
of places behind
will became stars
on the way
familiar longing
as hands fit to hands –
beat to beat
to heart
living done over
forgotten the sin
lips move
with nothing to say

dream
as permission
to harness the mind
curs’ed sleep
takes us home
cedar boats
to carry –
evenings rush the tide
finds a morning
waiting
to atone

. . .

dreamed awake ~

26 Saturday Jan 2013

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was a gentle breeze
half blowing
and almost there a tune
of saving grace
and love denied a name
mysteries of maple
crush the fragile lawn
while others cling
to circumstance
brittle hangers-on

of seasons
without mercy –
glories climbed between
the crooked limbs –
tho knew not how to grow
while just beneath
the stutter breathes –
stillness
dreamed awake
as blossoming to heal
the patient soul

was the bluest sky
a chill withstood –
the want for more
than light
sparrows swam above
a perfect day
would walking me around
remove the wonder
or lead me past the edges
of understanding come
in years beyond
would think of you
this way

. . .

glimmer ~

26 Saturday Jan 2013

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were e’er the truth
be hiding –
as a speck against the night
as blue beneath
the april lizard’s tongue
as echoes burned
to dying song –
crickets born to cry
forgotten to the living
everything

were stories ours
for writing –
the ending still unseen
revealed in lacey shadows
down the hall –
or grown beyond
the reach of roots
warm beneath the clay –
clutched within the hands
of everything

were reason
ours to master –
seasons ours to sail
worlds beyond the red
that is our flame
of life and love
resounding –
crushes now the sigh
rolled onto the back
of everything

were moments
but a glimmer –
sand between our toes
dimestore glue
and glitter
make a crown
light to torch the fabric
wherein our love
is one –

come to see
(come to be) the truth
in everything

. . .