just the same ~

25 Tuesday Sep 2012

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there you are
watching ~
from the face I remember
with the sun in your eyes
and tears on your smile
trying your best
not to fade at the notion
I know where you are
how you feel
(just the same)

far beyond
this supposing
of some other way
might we choose of the paths
ending here to begin ~
holding far more
than a moment (let go)
and a lifetime
of already come

would fate be decided
by the brush of a hand ~
or a breath
as a warm evening fell
floated with song
once given us word ~
to dance (even now)
on our toes

to know
as I know you ~
undone by surprise
and promised of love
without shame (or regret)
when arms reach
to hold ~ I will remember
(this way)

and eyes never cried
for me yet

…

anyway ~

25 Tuesday Sep 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

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bliss, grace, gravel roads, life, love, passion, poetry, reason, restless, spirit, truth, understanding, wandering

of all I have known
so few as you are ~
with words
I can’t paint
you (the same)
as a snowflake
in sunlight ~
a warm winter breeze
of a poem you wrote me
one time

how you said
it was nothing ~
no more than a line
you’d found on your way
back to me

a thought
without logical place
to become ~
(don’t think it means more
than you meant it to be)
when given to voice
on my hand

a message of blue
in piecework design
told of place ~
I never had been
walking the day
in the afternoon sun
I was there ~
(did you know)
anyway

a kiss met with two
maybe three at one time
and I knew
(did you know)
what would come of my love
of a verse
strung to word ~
wasn’t much left to say
as hearts fell
to silence (wide open)

hand as by hand
choice of this choice ~
breath when the rest
came apart
(every time)
a willing retelling
the story of you ~
and I without answers
or longing
to rhyme

not so far ~

24 Monday Sep 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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becoming, bliss, breath, dreams, grace, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, postmark, reason, restless, sometimes, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, wandering

in the space to hold
a story ~
the mystery of days
and for a precious few ~
the rhyme of nights
where tablets laid
of whitest pearl
are reflecting now our sun ~
stones to walk
across the bliss of life

in the dream
we had forgotten ~
where living lies awake
for another day ~
another slumber come
denied the rush to losing
let us sit awhile
with love ~
and worry not what others
might have said

in the silence
where the song is felt
pressed against our music ~
a timid drum
eternally shall keep
in quiet let us listen
to the echo (is our soul)
the welcome home
as always known
(is knowing us again)

in the sigh
released by evermore ~
a name we dare not
mention ~
confession of the best
of all we are
to that which is
(without a place)
would fill us up with longing ~
and find us (when)
the world is fast
asleep

in the one
that is ~
our in between
of breathing and out ~
the truth we wear
needs never proof to be
the light is still
a door unlocked ~
prayers awaiting answer

~ forever
not so far away
we are

sometimes ~

22 Saturday Sep 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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bliss, forgiveness, grace, kentucky, life, love, nature, old maps, passion, postmark, reason, restless, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, wandering, wonder

lost to the passing
of dark into day ~
as starlight
of dew
bittersweet

breathed
a beginning
how easily done ~
as chill to
the sweat of defeat

a number
a name ~
ascribed to the winds
an essence remaining
somewhere

tender assault
on my favorite time ~
quietly
finding you there

stitched to the back
of lids ~
where I’ve kept
places and times
we will meet

music sometimes
when the words
fall apart
forgiven the path
of retreat

lifelines
are stretched
from one to the next ~
a glimmer of someone
I knew

where are you now
I wonder all morning ~
as twilight
lays wet on the dew

above the leaving ~

21 Friday Sep 2012

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connection, death, destiny, dreams, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, life, love, old maps, passion, reason, spirit, strength, understanding, wisdom

gone the way of
mortal sorrow –
sunlight where the worry stood
places gone
but for us never
will the past
be passed for good

the same of truth –
she keeps no pages
scribbled down
each date and time
love becoming all eternal
more than man –
this sweet design

somewhere now
the best is waited –
on crystal seas
with emerald shores
oceans rise above the leaving –
remembered not
to lives before

lines to cross
with rhyme and reason
someone holds us ever close –
grieves the stillness
born of shadow
when nights are long –
the ground so cold

colors of goodbye ~

18 Tuesday Sep 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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cherokee, death, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, grace, knowledge, life, love, memory, reason, relationship, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, understanding, wandering

before I was a dream
of yours ~
was given breath to stay
in places
you’ve forgotten
to remember

before the light
I fell into ~
was stirred within your soul
as not much more
than thought
without a name

before the psalm
repeated ~
or as the last amen
a moment there
unguarded
(did you know)

before the sleep
of angels pressed
to claim these years
of dust ~
might heaven hold a truth
you understand

before the rise
beyond the set ~
another dawn awaits
tho melted
as these colors of goodbye

before this end
another starts ~
as love to know again
made dearer
for the lives
we can’t recall

counted wings ~

15 Saturday Sep 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling, verse

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connection, destiny, dreams, forgiveness, grace, kentucky, memory, old maps, passion, reason, relationship, southern, spirit, strength, understanding, value

nineteen twenties
silver dollar –
and dolls without their clothes
quilts were stitched
and still they tore away

coal had streaked
the papered walls –
as black the skirted dawn
hands to work –
fell the night
to pray

kittens cried beneath
the porch –
lifetimes moving forward –
as tempted by our fate
to sweet desire

crooked shelves
and hand-me-downs
as starched the sunday morning
smelled of breeze
and counted wings
of fire

twilight pressed
against the day –
bring the children home
across the fields –
and places lay between

mothers stood
with aprons tied
just beyond the lantern
mouthed a prayer of thanks
for saints unseen

hearts were tucked
and souls protected –
e’er the night be lost
or heaven break
before the early rise

hands were making
shadows –
across a flowered spread
as living held our nights
together –
long before our sighs

meets me coming back ~

14 Friday Sep 2012

Posted by tornadoday in folklore, Poetry, Storytelling

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cherokee, destiny, fearless, grace, knowledge, life, love, nature, old maps, passion, reason, restless, spirit, truth, understanding, wandering, wonder

tree lines
bend with shadows –
wrapped in summer fare
honeysuckle
mated with the vine
midnight swirls
of something shifts
backward to the black –
as gentle hands
remembered by the pines

freed again
to living – forgotten
now the ways
and just how cool
the dirt beneath my soles
running til the echo
meets me coming back –
into the place began
so long ago

red birds
raise the corners
and stretch the heavens wide
as waters pool
where beetles
first were seen
as bliss beyond the stillness
wakes to greet the sun –
rivers wash their sorrows
into green

angels sit in envy
for places I have touched
and words of silent meaning
grace my tongue
whispers fly
on pearly wings –
just above the pond
as beautiful
awaiting to become

clover sits
in four leaf sheets
and no one needs to count –
how soft the emerald reach
between my toes –
breezes grace the southern pass
turns beneath the canyon
sings the song
I hear by heart –
the only one I know

know of me ~

12 Wednesday Sep 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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becoming, destiny, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, life, living, love, memory, old maps, reason, restless, soul signature, spirit, truth, understanding, wandering

come the wave
before the tide –
with memories of the shore
and light when danced
atop the foam –
remembers us no more

past the song
of silence raised –
some fragile dream recalled
when choice to be
so willingly –
would gladly risk it all

stay the night
another day –
shall wake upon the morn
and places
we have parted from
await a time reborn

hold these words
as written – in the warmth
that is your hand
and others –
as the taste of life
once washed upon these sands

know of me
when everything
you thought was real
is changed –
when the winds around you
whisper of the reasons
why we came

dark the wave
adores the moon
as breath beneath the tide
– as rivers flow
the ways to home –
on memories
of the light

as we are ~

12 Wednesday Sep 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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becoming, blessings, bliss, connection, destiny, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, life, lifetimes, love, memory, old maps, reason, reincarnation, restless, resurrection, spirit, star crossed, truth, understanding, wandering

were ever the distance
from then into now
be more than one lifetime
of living allowed
a sign (without warning)
another sweet smile
of grace in the crossing
as mile welcomes mile

who would know
lest we tell them
of lifetimes before
of living left over
by love – loving more
of a place so much richer
than as this – as we are
given not to a city
a breath or a star

more than name
less than ever
we shall pass – even so
not for years to be counted
or blessings bestowed
would love be constrained
to a time or a place
or touch be recalled
as a fleeting embrace

can it be
I can see
even more – that I feel
what of words rarely spoken
are no less what is real
crossed the night
sans the distance
comes as thought – not so far
can it be I am present
in the places you are

will these voices be lost
to the ages (and then)
might we wake from this dream
remembering when
as will be – it was written
long before we were one
love is more than a moment
to the place
we become