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these days ~

31 Thursday Dec 2020

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling, spirituality

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Tags

2020, heart, home, learning, life, loss, love, spirit, story, unremembered

I’ve lost track
and recollection
of where I left my keys –
and just last night
I realized I’d forgotten
how to dream
so much
we’ve forsaken
is remembered not the same
the winds are turning
but they still know
my name
I listen for the nightbirds –
so much sweeter than the news
reminding me of other times
and how it hurts to lose
everything I surely needed
like those keys
like my heart
like places we’ve forgotten
how to start

. . .

dreams we’ve forgotten ~

27 Sunday Dec 2015

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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Tags

acceptance, becoming, breath, conscious consciousness, destiny, divine, fearless, like this, moments, old maps, returning, sacred intimacy, story, unremembered

bellbuckle2012

winter was ne’er
for the fragile of heart
and yet I remember
so clearly the day
clouds were laid over
a hole in the sky
blackbirds were telling
of lovers by name
a destiny curs’ed
and frayed
unknown to believers
weaved into faith
when last I was here
– as time
without place
as touch unrepented
warmed by the still –
a blossom untested
til now
november
was never the story untold
repeated in
chorus ten thousand
tongues old
played for the one
without memory of less
truth held in check
by the coming back
round
to dreams we’ve
forgotten
somehow

. . .

easy ~

18 Friday Sep 2015

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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Tags

always, distance, home, homecoming, letting go, life, light, love, promise, somewhere sometimes, starting, still, trust, unremembered

breatheme

a long looking back
to a moon
o’er my shoulder
to eyes that haven’t changed
though days spread
between
the first and forever
of an almost forgotten
kiss for another
knew me back when
life was just starting
love was this easy
and you were
uncertain
just dreaming
of me

. . .

swirling ~

05 Wednesday Aug 2015

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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Tags

acceptance, becoming, bliss, breath, divine this, eternal, fragile, journey, joy, love, moments, nature, returning us to home, sacred intimacy, seasons, time, together, travel, unremembered

homeagain

for heaven
might I hesitate
the giving of my all
or barter here
for one more yesterday
when willing met
with needful dreams
one night beneath
the boughs
sealed within the silence
of truths we couldn’t say
as proof allowed
in making less
soul to bind my weary soul
words
the stars mistook
for let me in
whispers to the
forest floor
swirling luna flight
breath
where once
your ache
became my skin

. . .

worn out rhyme ~

29 Wednesday Apr 2015

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling, Storytelling

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Tags

becoming, blessings, destiny, divine, faith, fearless, forgotten, getting on, grace, gravel roads, home, just this, letting go, living, love, postmark, provision, rambling, reaching, tears, truth, understanding, unremembered, value, want, writing, writing in the dark

stay

told me once
but I don’t recall
names and faces
line the hall
someone I’ve forgotten
to remember
a story passed
from son to son
a daughter came
the only one
to see beyond
the circumstance
of fences

broken by this
getting on
healed by hands
tired and worn
graces said before
the lay me down
to hear again
the sacred drum
beat with wonder
I’ve become
the answer to another
sweet amen

a fate decided
while I slept
reminders of a secret kept
and choices made
was there no choice
at all
but take of life
a moment more
of passions
locked away before
somewhere I was sure
you’d never find

a future folded
nice and neat
against the sunshine
of my sheets
way back on the shelf
of memory
dreams of people
I don’t know
crowding round to let me go
kisses where
the curtains touch
the ground

tell me how it seemed to you
give me something
I can do
speak of places
one last time
to leave

dirty dishes
everywhere
worn out rhyme
but I don’t care
they warm against
the places
you were there
taking notes
and stealing time
with promises
to fit with mine
lines to cross
eternities
of one

. . .

Author’s Note: While coffee is my drink of choice, I periodically
indulge in a hot tea – white with orange. It brings me sweet slumber,
up until the time it wakes me up for a trip down the hall. But even then,
it’s not without the benefit of words. Writing in the dark.

hymnal of feathers ~

15 Wednesday Apr 2015

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry, Storytelling

≈ 8 Comments

Tags

beauty, blessings, breath, cherokee, connection, conscious consciousness, creation, hearing with the heart, home, knowing, nature, seeing in the dark, southern, touch, truth, unremembered, value, wisdom

showme

will
and I wonder
to places unknown
forgotten the weeds –
my way back to home
a secret
unspoken
by lovers and thieves
echoed by crickets
knees
touching knees
a hymnal
of feathers
as light through the pines
souvenirs left by
the rain
where was I going
who waits the dawn
with promise
of heaven
to love me
again

Author’s Note: I love the woods and I love the shore. A couple of years back, while sitting on my porch, I closed my eyes and raised my face to the sun. But the breeze, he told me something more. In that moment, I noticed the song that is the fluttering of leaves. It is the same as the waves on the shore. I wonder who knew it first, but wonder not at the love that allowed them to share it.

how tender
these blessings of
sapphire and pearl
oceans singing
of leaves

. . .

so ~

02 Sunday Nov 2014

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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Tags

bliss, breath, connection, destiny, dreams, fearless, grace, gravel roads, love, old maps, passion, poetry, relationship, sacred intimacy, spirit, strength, surrender, truth, understanding, unremembered, wonder

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all
and for only
an eternity this
held to the warmth
of my heart
a poem to feel
as surrender
it seems
was somewhere intended
in living to go
what will
have I garnered
shall I witness anew
held to the flame
you are setting
me so

. . .

often ~

20 Thursday Feb 2014

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

≈ 11 Comments

Tags

bliss, breath, connection, destiny, dreams, fearless, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, life, living, love, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, resurrection, spirit, spirituality, truth, understanding, unremembered, value, wonder

somewhereI

how often
now
the spirit bows
in reverence to the past
blessings come
immortal into bloom
colors nearly
faded –
by presence
so divine
the garden
of forgiveness
is guarded by the moon

lily sweet
and crimson pale –
sunset of the soul
prayers to trade
– another
one more day
further than we meant to go
a light beyond
the light
dreams are freed
from sleeping –
wishing us away

. . .

beyond the reach of why ~

29 Wednesday Jan 2014

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

≈ 8 Comments

Tags

bliss, breath, connection, destiny, dreams, fearless, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, reason, silence, spirit, star crossed, story, truth, understanding, unremembered, wandering, wonder

whispers

worry not
o’er promises
to vanish in the light
let kisses fall
as proof
that you were here
as gentle stirs
the morning
beyond the reach
of why –
might reason
be as slow
to disappear

let not your tongue
these secrets bear
as refuge
for the flight
where silence tells
our story
now again
let –
and I (a souvenir)
held within your heart
as whispers
guard the places
I have been

. . .

not for counting ~

08 Wednesday Jan 2014

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry

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Tags

allowance, breath, connection, divine, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, home, kentucky, knowledge, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, reason, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, understanding, unremembered, value, wandering, worth

sweeping

you told me
(just today) you cried –
one night while I was gone
you cursed the moon –
for hurts (we felt)
alone

familiar
this returning
to questions unconfessed
dreams are
calling softly –
(dare I rest)

with verses
once I wrote
(I saw you on the lawn)
and fell asleep
your name
upon my tongue

secrets
not for counting
– blessings
(more than these)

you said
you cried –
for moments
(caught
between)

. . .

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