weighted ~

02 Thursday May 2013

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rumors going
round –
someone noticed love
– but couldn’t say
for sure
it wasn’t less

wearing clothes
that someone chose –
spoke when spoken to
holding yet to reasons
unconfessed

wrapped in dreams
or so it seemed –
flowers perfumed so
held to names
and places
was thought where love
should go

but somewhere here
are others still
who tell of love’s demise
was rocked
on planks of cedar
beneath uneven skies

gave a heart
of compass –
would point the ways
to home
forgotten now
the weight of love –
is never waited
long

. . .

poet heart ~

01 Wednesday May 2013

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tempted by a whisper
the singing of my soul –
a voice I scarce remember
now abides

as stirring to
a poet heart –
shadows of belief
slept beneath my pillow
long the night

fluttering
against my sleep
eager to my rise
silent ancient rhythms
flood my still

. . .

fingers without memory ~

01 Wednesday May 2013

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of stories
long rewritten –
to a page
that won’t be kept
secrets folded soft
into the crease
lines to rub
where ink gave out –
fingers without memory
trace the ragged edge
of yesterday

sweet the sound
of almost sung –
names
and dates
and places
sunlight burning
tender through the pines
washes now
the winter –
a moment yet we stay
turned the bed
to face the southern
skies

letters
I’ve been writing
saved my name a place –
walked between my dreams
a mile with you
worried not
the path to choose
or what of time shall fill –

a story
meant for telling
kept for me
the end

. . .

signs we couldn’t see ~

30 Tuesday Apr 2013

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were messages
we never heard –
signs we couldn’t see
distracted by forever –
was a place
of mystery

a slight of imperfection
of darkness more
than night
moments more than
lifetimes there –
as shifted
us to light

words were lost
when others found –
our half
another made
symphonies of sorrow
– a music
no one played

kept apart
by living –
swore
some other way to find
eternity we wasted
– come together
in the mind

ages passed
and symbols gone
– life just passing
through
dawn was but a
place we loved –
signs before we knew

, , ,

seems to know ~

29 Monday Apr 2013

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there are places
without keeping
evidence of us –
yet sometimes there’s a breeze
that seems to know

of faraways
and couldn’t stays –
rings against the cedar
lines above the highway
lines below

wing’ed flights
beyond the lights –
there we touch again
whispering our secrets
in the cold

. . .

by heart ~

28 Sunday Apr 2013

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becoming, bliss, cherokee, destiny, dreams, fearless, grace, gravel roads, life, love, nature, old maps, passion, southern, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, value, wandering, wisdom, wonder

stars are holding still
the wishes of my youth –
winking just before
their will gives out

loosed against an endless stream
of southern girls
and crosses –
heaven wears a face
I know by heart

rock me here
beneath the gleam –
where venus turns to notice
– wishes every one
are burning true

. . .

close ~

28 Sunday Apr 2013

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more than once
forever came –
as close as night
to pasture
reflecting life
as shadows to the pond

I lie awake
and listen –
as somewhere now
beginning –
eternity is rolled
upon her side
she listens as I whisper
songs she thought
forgotten

dream me home –
one more night
of psalm

. . .

warming ~

28 Sunday Apr 2013

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southern wings
have stayed the north
forgotten by their kind
as far above
another land
they roost in foreign skies

warmed against
an almost there –
but who can say
for certain
where the blurring lines
were crossed again

maples weep
where butterflies
hang on silver summers
rains are come
to wash their dreams –
to wash their dreams
away

. . .

reminders ~

27 Saturday Apr 2013

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long the night becoming
in shadows of the dawn –
stars await their moment
with the sun

love remains unspoken
as a cooling autumn breeze
gathered now in arms
of evergreen

circles of forever
are writ in quiet there –
reminders of the passing
– not the end

whispers of forever
sit for ages with the light
in silent sweet surrender
we remember why we came

. . .

lacey lace ~

26 Friday Apr 2013

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becoming, bliss, destiny, faith, fearless, grace, life, living, love, nature, old maps, passion, reason, restless, southern, spirit, strength, truth, wandering, wisdom

how strange
the pull of nothing
when nowhere seems so far
and closer still –
the pieces left
of then
folded between pages
margins almost gone –
ink is dried
and fingers
have rubbed thin

the start
of just beginning –
the memory of more
lacey lace
and I don’t know what for
the roads were come
across and down –
through these southern
skies
painted me a somewhere
almost now

. . .