none to blame ~

01 Thursday Nov 2012

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daylight spills
as fallen peaches
summer shades
seem muted now
wrapped in sleeves
of moss and denim
dreamed me back
this way
somehow

been a while
since last I saw you
someone said
you weren’t the same
who can ever know of freedoms –
moments passed
tho none to blame

brittle branches
bent for dragging
tempted not this time to go
back into the trust
forgotten –
western skies
are clouded so

goodbye sits
in favored places
tempted by the dawn to rise
one more spring of everlasting
sworn to picture –
close my eyes

echoes
left by Sunday morning –
gloves to hide
these signs of age
lost the will
for understanding –
else the dreamer
dream always

dandelions ~

31 Wednesday Oct 2012

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of autumn grain
and counted sheets –
lines where lines aren’t buried
and roads to stretch between
the who we were

stories told
I hear them still
and wonder to their lessons –
fairytales rewritten
by the wise

of yesterdays
to put away –
folded soft and sorted
laid upon the shelf
and three feet high

surely none
will find it there
amid the joy and sorrows
flour sacks
and candles almost gone

seasons melted
somewhere else –
and not for I the changing
would break the bed
or take the curtains down

rake the pines
of all they knew
before the frost was tempted
to give of leave
my everything
so true

slow the breeze
beneath the chimes
skirt of april showers –
where dandelions
lie of each embrace

calamine
and turned away
before the window opened
to call my name –
where echoes
I remain

fourteen stones ~

31 Wednesday Oct 2012

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other times
of those I knew
much more (than I could see)
how swift the words
to take me by surprise
(wished for more)
than one last time
could never hold my reason
fell to places
just beyond (your eyes)

tangerine and jasper suns
muscadine and paper
was more (to me) for knowing
a safer side of truth
without a plan to understand
when told of ancient places
ribbons now (the color
of my shoes)

loving roads
and fourteen stones
between the house and heaven
rows and rhyme
to screen doors shut (behind)
mysteries of make believe
who are you (I wonder)
took the road for leaving
with something (still)
to find

morning shakes
as living takes
a sunrise (more than needed)
to lie against the night
and count my scars
once or twice the coming round
my wilderness to wander
slept beneath (the window
talking with) the stars

secrets spared
the room to share
and some things can’t be given
e’er presence
give us lives (to comprehend)
mourning doves confess to love
and wait the night another
as quiet stills the twilight
with knowing you
(again)

split apart ~

30 Tuesday Oct 2012

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rob the cradle
now to sound
of lullabies unspoken
forgiven to the dusk –
I know your light

slipped as felt
beneath the sheets
truth I should have noted
was pressed into my pillow
by release

guard these long
forsaken dreams –
kisses without memory
of where we’ll be tomorrow
split apart

darn my socks
and stir my soup –
bring my coffee morning
and I shall write a poem
to your face

slowly
with the ink of trust
pages to consider
as shadows falling backward
to the dark

reflection ~

29 Monday Oct 2012

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in a moment come
such singular respect
to endless possible
promise
and quietly
swelled up hope
suffice to stretch
the ring and still
the questions asked

bitter as the poison tongue
tired (again) of tasting
anoint me with something new
as rare as I
in anticipation
of one more forever
a sun almost risen

leaning beyond
this chasm
of familiar unfamiliar
and thought not far to leaving
for the air hangs still
with hello
and supper not yet cold

stay ~

28 Sunday Oct 2012

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. . .

Stay as I’ve wanted
to folded remembrance –
as an essence of perfume
I no longer wear.
Of far away places
I can’t seem to loosen –
their hold on my being
was written
somewhere.

As the day I was born –
the night of conception
when someone spoke softly
my name to the trees.
Flowers were open
as evermore waited –
the echoes of loving
my own to release.

As ripples of forest –
bursting with cedar
boxes lined up to the right
of the door.
Memories passed by the way
of the garden –
where golden white shutes
are planted once more.

Whispers of promise
and who I’d be someday
when all the rest failed –
I’d come round to home.
As wings breach the distance
e’en now in the darkness –
someone waits easy
the long night
alone.

silent rhyme ~

28 Sunday Oct 2012

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tis not for warmth
these hands are folded –
or curved to catch
the morning light
moved as silent birds to daybreak –
across and with
each sweet delight

was not for grace
or prayers unspoken –
steeple pointed toward the sky
felt the sound
of angels gathered –
just beyond the reach
of I

beyond the pool
of secrets spilling –
kisses rise from words the same
breath was given rhyme
for telling –
loving wings these hands
became

the dreamer’s map
of north star guiding –
someone asks (as someone knows)
what of hands
were made for speaking –
what of words
we meant to hold

here am I ~

27 Saturday Oct 2012

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for every time
a time so true –
as moments without measure
to be again
remembered then –
our presence now
our treasure

a softer sigh
was never heard –
though times before
I waited
as one within a passing sure –
would lifetimes still
be traded

by rushes
to the yellow morn
silver to the hay
as glories gathered by the vine
to steal my heart away

of twilight swoons
where nightbuds bloom
petals tender fall –
as anxious for the memory
of dreams
to hold us all

by stillness wrapped
this thought so sweet –
as I – with grace divine
was bliss to me
(eternities)
beyond the reach
of time

forward back ~

26 Friday Oct 2012

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softest auburn flame
burns hotest mid-july
and fans an ember still
from days of yore
when fiddle met
with banjo
banged a basement floor
as two by two
their feeble hearts
were worn

beneath a shaft
of fading light
vanilla burnt to butter
said I love you more
than once a night
lips to hover just above
the meet of wing to wonder
arms to reach
as buttons came
undone

eyes lit up
with wondering
where the dance might take
and would the lantern last
the coming dawn
pardon me the moving in
dirty floors forgiven
a bell hangs silver leaf
above the frame

tempted claim
of candlelight
violin and whispers
memories of turning round –
two by two
by one

as I will ~

26 Friday Oct 2012

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of places becoming
the long way to home –
and a time of reflection
wherever I’m gone
more than these
I have nothing –
nothing more than of words
and hands to make heaven
a voice to be heard

of stories
retelling
of reasons to know
what I’ve sworn to remember –
was a grace to let go
give the world
of my riches
for the poor shall be paid
from the life I was making
when the clouds slipped
away

I shall wake
as another
one day not so long –
and right what was written
to save what was wrong

give me land
give me orchards –
let me fall
as I will –
as a stone to the waters
some other to fill

as a chorus
where angels
are come to delight –
a thought still becoming
as skin burned to light
I shall know
when each sorrow
falls new to the ground –
as love is returned
and makes
not a sound

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