my undoing ~

25 Thursday Sep 2014

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remembered not
the taste of tears –
the sting of mortal sorrows
tis all I know of joy
to sit the same
as ache beside a glowing hearth
as death upon my bed
a moment here eternal
as when you said
my name

. . .

rings ~

16 Tuesday Sep 2014

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in the vast
unknowing
of all I am yet
an albino lark makes
her nest
in the arms of a cedar
ten thousand rings deep
with a view
of the night –
a candle so bright
would burn up the shadows
as backward to day
is held to her song
as the dark falls away –
rocked into dreams
by the still

. . .

as whispers ~

15 Monday Sep 2014

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what little will
have I to say
of where the sun will rise
pressed against
the shadows of a kiss

as whispers
of a moment’s grace
swept across the floor
leaving not a grain
of yesterday

to float beneath
my gathers
as proof of other sins
remembered now
as morning floods my soul

a blush became
of consequence
before my will was known
carried as a name
upon my lips

. . .

intent ~

14 Sunday Sep 2014

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eighteen more acres
than e’er there were sons
a living pinned down
by the rain

a faded love letter
was certain intent –
could leave every reason
and burn down the barn

with worry for who
will be baptized on Sunday
who will be gone
when the counting begins

of passion worn thru
by belief in forever –
held by the promise
of home

. . .

all I hold dear ~

12 Friday Sep 2014

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry

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as passion
confessed
by luna to flame
a faithful old owl
to the moon
where crickets are crowded –
as branches to breeze
remembered
as snowflakes
in June

there’s a spot
at the softest curve of the night
the color of eyes
as depths to the sea
a place in the meadow
where secrets
are kept –
where stars make love
to the trees

there’s a swelling
decided
by all I hold dear
– breath holding softly
my own
a place in the universe
as music unheard
by words not yet spoken
I’m known

. . .

love falling ’round ~

05 Friday Sep 2014

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slow knows the way
at the edge of the orchard
where ruby and emerald
spread o’er the ground
turn when you sense
the river is speaking
your name
like a whisper
of love falling ‘round

just a bit further –
as branches are bent
by the pleasures of sunlight
folded to grace
spun into feathers
by tiny brown beaks
– weaved into shadows
of wishes
and lace

drive
til there’s nothing
but maple and pine
sweetgum and cedar
fluttering leaves
sing with the sparrow
of paradise found –
warm through the window
reminders to breathe

. . .

deeper than grief ~

03 Wednesday Sep 2014

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there are places
untouched
by the passing of time
sorrows much deeper
than grief
a wanting for wisdom
would alter our fate
and take us to home
on wings of belief

to a life
beyond living
unremembered to sin
held as a breath
still blossoming there
shaded by seasons
restored us
from death
as memories held
to the heart
unaware

of colors
remaining
as dust off the fields
the taste of a name
on our tongue
is proof of another –
(sometimes to recall)
blooms on the path
from a dream
we become

. . .