roses ~

29 Wednesday Jun 2022

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destiny, I don't like roses;nature, life, love, mystery, spirit, wild, wilderness, woman

she wasn’t meant
for roses
no ordinary bloom
could spare the vine
so intertwined
with wild and wanting
roots

sometimes a weed
of twisted lace
is all she desires to be
a rare bouquet
of everything –
a garden growing free

beyond the need
for crimson
ruby reds and pinks
a shade of honeysuckle
seldom bleeds

she wasn’t meant
for roses
edges so defined
a mystery –
of tangled leaf
by love
left unconfined

. . .

markers ~

14 Wednesday Mar 2018

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mystery

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

. . .

a door between pines ~

05 Friday May 2017

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blessings, home, life, love, nature, seasons, seeing in the dark, truth, wilderness, words

home I become

lifetimes chiseled
a door between pines
was here
a heaven was left me
one time
closing my eyes
to evergreen dreams
washing my soul
in wonder
it seems
you remind me
of home
a place I belong
paths often tread
past beginning
words I have lost
to the wearing
of days
yet here
in the woods
they remain

. . .

today ~

26 Friday Feb 2016

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life, love, memory, mystery, truth, wilderness

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today
I thought of you
as tender eyes
met mine
and another
other muttered
her clothes never match
houndstooth
and leopard
aging westerns
leathers
the color of clay
a faint memory
of loving refrain
silver and shocking
how one can remember
the taste
of november
long past the rain

. . .

only ~

29 Tuesday Jul 2014

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bliss, breath, conscious consciousness, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, knowing and remembering, knowledge, life, living, love, magic, moments, nearer to the essence, open, passion, poetry, reason, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, understanding, wilderness, wonder

from the first
a stillness fluttered
as fingertips to voice –
as dragonflies
above a yellow flame
a kiss
of souls remembered –
as breath
a moment lost
– time conceded nothing
but a sigh
wanting not for more
but only this

. . .

gathering dust ~

16 Thursday May 2013

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of the knowing
this is something –
(something more than we pretend)
the way is still
and here we are again
courting everafter
as the price for letting go
roads to gather
dust –
into our soul

patterns into stories
wishes into lies –
as songs to sing
(if e’er the lights go out)
held against the southern red
melted into clay –
secrets
spun with words
to kiss away

choices made
and losses lost –
burdens floating free
became a star
and there (I sew) your name
warm into my wilderness
breath against my sting
flowers float
(as silence)
into wing

. . .

where the skies ~

13 Monday May 2013

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bliss, connection, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, grace, life, living, love, nature, passion, poetry, resurrection, rocks, spirit, spirituality, stars, strains, travel, truth, understanding, wandering, wilderness

when I am lost
to find me –
along the ways I roam
soaring past the rocks –
beyond the stars
counting points
defied to strains
of wilderness I keep
floating without chord
into the dark
laced as silver minnows
willow tied to elm
evergreen reminding me
come down –
wishes now are troubled
sailors seldom knew
where the skies –
and where the shore
was bound

. . .

cool before falling ~

27 Wednesday Feb 2013

Posted by tornadoday in folklore, Poetry

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bliss, cherokee, destiny, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, kentucky, life, love, nature, old maps, passion, relationship, restless, southern, spirit, strength, truth, wandering, wilderness, wisdom

marigold taxi
I remember the fever
was blushed on the berries
– thorns to my skin
breathless the trek
to a place
in the forest –
where sworn you would come
to claim me again

for every transgression –
another
I love you –
was consequence
weighed in moments
so sweet
hands spoke in quiet
of distances over –
where words came
unraveled
in mid-summer heat

the timbers
were prying –
as angels stood
watching
the giving of graces
one afternoon long
calmed by the weaving
of light through the branches
– a cool before falling
as the world
slumbered on

. . .

fourteen stones ~

31 Wednesday Oct 2012

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cherokee, fearless, grace, gravel roads, kentucky, life, living, love, mystery, nature, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, spirituality, truth, understanding, wandering, wilderness, wisdom, woman

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)