relearning ~

09 Tuesday Dec 2014

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whispers
and lies
feel the same
in the dark
weeping for somebody’s baby
promises spared
the condition of truth
ache is made home
where heart
used to be

a quiet resolved
to sleep ‘neath the bed
with secrets
the same
as dared we repeat
a tortured relearning
the language of love
poetry warmed
by the tongue

snowflake
and feather
briar and lace
scripture
and where have you been
wrapped in a story
tell me anew
of a blush
bleeding soft
thru the pines

. . .

angel light ~

28 Friday Nov 2014

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of places
this reminds me
of some other
you were there
do you remember
how the stars
were in my hair
when you lay
in moss beneath the night
was I your angel light
a kiss I keep
reminds me this
of you

. . .

trace ~

26 Wednesday Nov 2014

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

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daybreak wears
a yellow dress
longer than july
and wonders to the boys
with woolen hands
summers gone
and one more ring
was promise to endure
the golden age
the turning page
resigned

by one
was I another
slept beyond my prime
cursing at a dream
for letting go
held in place by whispers
dare I make the bed
and worry then
for where my pen
was laid

fingers trace
the only proof
someone locked the door
a name for places
I can scarce recall
a life before the living
let of me to leave
photographs
and what of then
remains to be
again

swept beyond
the reaches
of a faraway resolve
some other dream
remembers me
to home

. . .

understood ~

16 Sunday Nov 2014

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sometimes
the wind holds me aloft –
denied the tempting to fall
a night bird cries
and all I hear is your voice
a sweet understanding
sits with the pines
a flutter of song
remembers me home
musing released as a sigh –
stardust mingles with dew
breathless to find
the reason we came
was ever
only
to love

. . .

ne’er a line ~

13 Thursday Nov 2014

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of verses
few are written
my passion to discern
no meter come
to match
my violin
language not yet
given breath
to longing unconfessed
cept in that tiny realm –
we are again

where sacred deemed
a moment dear
as none before the same
no poetry
committing us
to rhyme
eternities
and ne’er a line
could answer for my soul
or speak above
a silence
so divine

. . .

ache ~

10 Monday Nov 2014

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

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of aches
I’ve come to know
too well
of lazy sunday mornings
when tempeted by a dreamer
back to bed
took no regard
for lessons –
a preacher’s silent rants
of destinies approaching
flowers in my hand

was almost none
to matter
a place where I was not
a fleeting stare
of sullen disregard
for sins already offered
confession getting cold
eyes on the horizon
a place
to weight me down

where once a storm was rumored
warning me of tears
the morning pulling in
across the pines
afraid for days beyond the next
firey passion slept
warm against the longing
sunday kept

. . .

the shape of words ~

08 Saturday Nov 2014

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry

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once
and I was here before
watching from the window
on a piece of land
and thirteen stones
by name

thirty steps
from screen to gate
sixteen more to leaving
headlights swept
above a gravel plan

dusty now
to keepsake hopes
by one of me forgotten
crayola words
tho who to recognize
the shape of words
spilling verse
counting back to heaven

crooked boards
remember me
a poem undefined

. . .

rehearsed ~

07 Friday Nov 2014

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listen
there my only sin
retelling graces
I have known
another way
with words rehearsed
in silence

let me stay
a moment here
pull around me covers
let me wake
to witness
where the story leaves
and what of paths
I’ve worried
back to you

fingerprints
and souvenirs
proof of love
I’ve gathered
in places not foretelling
the reaches
of my soul

. . .

swept ~

05 Wednesday Nov 2014

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within the still
where I have found you
ten thousand more
than lives I might
have strained to hear
a distant voice –
speaks to me
at night
sometimes
when shadows form
a sweet caress
and I am swept afar
into the place
was here your story
mine

. . .

just this ~

04 Tuesday Nov 2014

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i crossed the creek
at sunday dawn
before the light
burned golden
closed my eyes
to listen
as wild
the heart was come
wings were barely touching
souls the same
as mine

do you ever
won’t you tarry
in places I am keeping
one hundred years
a bed
nobody owns
becoming mine
when grampa died
sometimes i hear
him playing –
a banjo meant for
crooked boards and wine

once before
the way was lost
i thought a while
for this –
of breath
when there was nothing
else to know
wing’eds press
against the blue
woodsmoke sunday morning
the creek is rising
soon i’ll come
for you

. . .