Posted in Poetry, Rambling, spirituality
would that you knew me
one night on the run –
out past the place fences
were strung
out past the memory
of all we’ve become –
tis a place
you knew me this way
as light
through a bonnet of cedar
and vine –
beckoning planets
the color of jade
bound us together
beyond what was lost –
tears fell a river
of rain
ribbons and lace
the burden of grace –
cigarettes burned down
the barn
dare my assumption
for all I held dear –
as near to my heart
once the stars
. . .
29 Sunday Mar 2020
Posted in Poetry, Rambling, Storytelling, verse
Tags
beginnings, breath, connection, destiny, fearless, forgiveness, grace, kentucky, life, love, moments, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, southern, spirit, strength, touch, truth, understanding, wandering, wonder
as the essence
of remember
floating golden thru the trees –
fingers reach beyond
the midday sun
fumbling with moments
love forgot to say –
sunlight swirls
in feeling just begun
silence wraps
the weary heart –
promise wears us down
with memory of places
yet to be
quiet proves a slow refrain
of stories never told –
verses fall
into the years
between
musings o’er the reasons
and wondering
the pause –
what of life and where
the leaves are blown
swept on dreams repented
by the way we hold the words
bittersweet –
the flight of love
unknown
. . .
24 Tuesday Sep 2019
Posted in Poetry, Rambling, Uncategorized
Tags
age, blessings, lessons, life, love, seasons, time, truth, wandering, where was I remembered, wondering
for longer
than I dared allow
a whisper claims my sleep
an echo of my longing –
silent chords
branches bang the shutters
as quietly I creep
cold these native feet
upon the boards
searching out
the answers
where my love remains
stories of the coming back
to wonder why we came
shadows dance
a drunken waltz
of lives before I woke –
days and dreams returning
for my name
. . .
14 Wednesday Mar 2018
Tags
forgotten our place, home, love, mystery, nature, remembering, sometime, the cycle of life, the cycle of love, time, wandering, wilderness
of moments
some forgotten
I’ve wandered back again
how well I knew
and others knew of me
maps spilled together
into another place and time
markers melted
candle wax
and rhyme
roads beyond
the wilderness
I passed between beside
rivers long since gathered
by the tides
mountains thick with laurel
surrendered now to weeds
did once I pass
without a word
a fluttering unseen
between two worlds
are maybe more –
than I with will to count
days no longer matter
to the making
of one last kiss
a first embrace –
a shadow born of thunder
rain – a lover taken
back again
. . .
12 Monday Mar 2018
Tags
breath, destiny, dreams, life, love, memory, star crossed, wandering, wish, young love
now and then
I dare remember
all I wanted from the start
a beginning
without ending
a quiet flutter of my heart
it seemed so simple
in the wishing –
one night beneath the stars
as I stood atop the rafters
flanked by jupiter
and mars
without names
or constellation –
but a time to find again
someone come
at once familiar –
warm as blood
beneath my skin
for a moment
I did wonder
of the nights
to pass between
drawing near unto forever –
as a destiny unseen
by a girl
not so different
than ten thousand more
you’ve known
born of want –
another summer
when you made a wish
your own
. . .
07 Wednesday Feb 2018
18 Wednesday Oct 2017
Posted in Poetry, Rambling, Storytelling
Tags
another time, beginning, knowing, life, love, relationship, remembering, seasons, seeing in the dark, travel, truth, wandering
he spoke
of distant mornings
(a light she strained to see)
she wrote
of lowly purpose
filled with love
(and mystery)
he listened
as she listened
they talked
(and talked some more)
of the road
they passed together
another way
(sometime) before
he spoke
of ancient winters
(a field where brothers fell)
she spoke
in careful whispers
of a loss
she grieved (as well)
he cried
and she was tender
(in the catching of each tear)
she reached
to find him (waiting)
(with want
to have her) near
he stayed
(beyond the leaving)
lest she ever think
him gone
as she woke
beyond the darkness
as a star
(for wishing on)
. . .
27 Wednesday Sep 2017
Posted in Poetry
of years
where none are written
but the ways
I came to you
cross shores
and crimson moorings
to your side
of age
what use in counting
lest I wake
to find you here
no less
for seasons scattered
as verse upon
the tide
. . .
14 Monday Nov 2016
Posted in Poetry
Tags
dreaming awake, home, kisses, leaves falling, love, nature, noonday, returning, spinning, time, wandering
as a waterfall
maple –
the color of love
of blood
was the believer
come
waltzing in silence
toes gliding so
‘cross ages
when you loved me
(I know)
the seasons
restarted –
a flower renamed
where yesterday’s
seed
slept alone
dreaming of somewheres
another goodbye
– ways we might
wander (again)
caught in the spinning
of blushing to gold
leaves where a kiss
couldn’t go
. . .
27 Thursday Oct 2016
Posted in Poetry, Storytelling
bittersweet
a lovely word
speaks to ways I’ve known
a path or two
grown heavy to the briar
biscuits sometimes
much too hard
jelly to the jar
places I was going
faded now
not much left
for writing –
too much truth to tell
years
where silver grey
the earth grows hard
when for a while
I walk beneath
stars to shine
the same
as once I knew them
every one
bittersweet
they burn
. . .
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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