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pieces left of home ~

24 Thursday Feb 2022

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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faith, home, hope, love, prayers, returning home, rumors of war, together, trust, war

when war is come
and I have prayed
the fathers intervene
to carve a crystal fountain
from the seas
healing hearts
and easing every memory
of loss –
taking back of hurts
we fell between

as tears aligned
with rumor –
sons by sons are grieved
a disillusioned truth
returned as stone
I will sit the night
every night
until the end becomes
a place to start
with pieces left
of home

. . .

across a sea ~

02 Friday Jul 2021

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality, verse

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battle, forgiveness, guns, hurt, kiss, loss, proof we were, scars, sorrows, truth, war, we begin at the ending

this scar
defies surrender
a place I met your eyes
across a sea –
nameless
battlefields
with hurts the same
to hurt me now
moments buried
deep –
for every kiss
some other has grown cold
awaiting us another
would clear a life beyond
ending not
as truth we dared
become
this scar
it won’t forgive
the taste of bitter smoke
a war
I’ve not forgotten
took my heart
and claimed
your soul

. . .

stories unremembered ~

05 Friday Feb 2021

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality, Storytelling

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Tags

death, discontent, forgiveness, lies, love, peace, places we were loved, sorrow, story, trouble, truth, war

from these pieces
will they ever
understand the way we were
all this fighting over nothing
will they wonder –
what was for
of the buried
of the broken
will the weary
be misled
when moss is
grown around us –
will they deem our savior dead
will they shake their heads
in questioning
of when and why we came –
and gather near our remnants
to worry o’er each name
rewritten there
committed every discontent
to stone
for stories unremembered
but to these who weep alone
will our beauty
be forgotten
by a world who never knew
the ways we came
to understand
the mystery of truth

. . .

will we remember ~

30 Monday Jul 2018

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality

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Tags

darkness, forgiveness, home, lessons, light, loss, love, misunderstandings, promise, shadows, time, truth, war

softlynow

might another war
come anyway
despite our fervent prayers
might shadows claim
the corners
where the best of yesterday
is folded into linen
and pressed against a page
guarded as a name
we dare not say
where darkness waits
to fell us
with denial of the dawn –
where sunlight sits
on golden fields
and flows through open doors
will we remember
how we suffered –
when fate returns us home
forgotten
to our memories –
from beginning
every one

. . .

in another place
I held you –
beneath a golden sky
– traced your lips
where once a kiss
was mine
waiting as you waited –
as promise
turned to flight
words became a victory
would see us thru
to light

. . .

blue ~

27 Monday Apr 2015

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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Tags

choice, faith, grace, home, love, nearer, seasons, smoke, sometimes, strength, unremembering, war

battleblue

of wars
I’ve no memory
but the sweet smell
of smoke
and a distance
who knew
we were going
ready for battle
guilty regret
for the last we recall
letting go
when taps started
playing
who rose to dance
cleft from the heart
you were breaking
saved by the passage
of blue into light
safe from
remembering
war

. . .

there was song ~

15 Thursday Aug 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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Tags

bliss, breath, cherokee, death, destiny, dreams, fearless, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, life, love, old maps, passion, reason, spirit, strength, understanding, war

summer-days-small

was the first
and no one knew us
by names we’d worn
before
battlegrounds
were crusted with our sins
there was smoke
before the leaving –
saw you dance
upon the dawn
tender fell my silent
tears again

there was song
I thought I knew it –
drifted o’er the pines
and faded into prayers
of thankfulness
echoes of remember
settle round me now –
as quiet wills
my lonely heart
to rest

. . .

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blew the sky ~

12 Wednesday Jun 2013

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

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Tags

becoming, bliss, connection, death, destiny, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, home, life, living, love, memory, old maps, passion, reason, relationship, restless, soul signature, southern, spirit, strength, truth, unfinished, wandering, war

almosthome

as breath
before beginning –
struggles with remembrance
another time when ashes
blew the sky
hearts so far from over
as distant
metal thunder
told of times surrendered
to goodbye

of traces
resurrected –
memories refashioned
to find in one
tho never quite the same
eyes to tear
with telling
where and when our parting –
angels watched
another war to blame

of bourbon skies
and crimson fields –
curs’ed grounds
defeated
for words returned in silence
still we wait
the echoes of confession
a sigh beyond the sorrow
heroes leaving home
outside the gate

mourning doves
are risen –
to gather near the pasture
balanced by the light
against the blue
whispers long forgiven
pierce my fragile slumber
nights I dream of smoke
and reach for you

. . .

some stories ~

12 Sunday May 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Storytelling

≈ 11 Comments

Tags

angels, breath, connection, courage, faith, fearless, grace, liberty, life, living, love, reason, restless, soldier, spirit, spirituality, strength, understanding, war

The Final Inspection

It’s the Marine, Sailor, Soldier and Airmen not the reporter
Who has given us the Freedom of the Press.
It’s the Marine, Sailor, Soldier and Airmen not the poet,
Who has given us the Freedom of Speech.
It’s the Marine, Sailor, Soldier and Airmen not the politicians
That ensures our right to Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness..
It’s the Marine, Sailor, Soldier and Airmen who salutes the flag,
Who serves beneath the flag,
And whose coffin is draped by the flag.

– – –

When a friend sent me these pictures and the above “The Final Inspection”,
I knew
I would share it, even if it took up all the space I had
such that I could never
speak again.

Regardless our views, it can never be thought that the best of life
does not come without a cost.  I am thankful to those willing to
pay.  For some, it is the choice
to believe in something
better than self – more than one man or one

voice can keep.

Some stories should be told; some tell themselves.

. . .

before the last sun
winks into the memory of the sea
will tides return me home
into your arms

Story #1

Story #2

Story #3

Story #4

Story #5

Story #6

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Story #9

Story #10

Story #11

Story #12

Story #13

Story #14

Story #15

a long way from home ~

16 Monday Apr 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

≈ 10 Comments

Tags

connection, death, destiny, grace, life, living, love, memory, reason, southern, spirit, truth, war

was another time
tho miles between and far from home
a winter’s night
where blue and grey were stood
in battle stance
kept awake too long
a chilly air
pierced at once by hope
and song
back and forth
where lines were drawn
and boys pretended
men to be
listened to the one
then to another

sang and grieved
but never thought
(for long) to leave
tho many knew
tomorrow would become the end
twas just as this
and meant to be
that others would soon learn
where then the first would fire
(the last would fall)
the loser ill forgotten
to the winner’s sword
no words could say
but writers dared to tell us
the battle told with
drum and violin

til one at last
the two would join
along that length of fence
before the river rose
to take their blood
blue and grey were warmed
by songs of home

In the battle of Stones River Battlefield (1862), 80,000 soldiers met at the river to fight for home and honor. Blue and grey were scattered amid the trees. It was New Year’s eve, and music rose from the drums from one camp and then another –

Yankee Doodle,
Dixieland….

The night rolled on as back and forth they played, knowing the morn would come for many as the last. Around midnight, it is said that the Yankee troops began to play “Home Sweet Home”. Almost immediately, the Rebel band joined as did the voices of those who had come to bear arms.

For a while, no longer were there shades of blue and grey,
just men – fathers, sons, and grandsons – children and old men – the best of us miles away from home.

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