crossing ~

01 Monday Apr 2013

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when the summer path
has turned to rust –
and wingeds line the trees
– content to stir
as echoes
to the breeze

were times between
the golden glow –
the silver face of green
a lowly line
succumb to time –
is crossing us again

winter wheat
and dirty feet
were given to believe –
the autumn moon
was never meant
to tell –

april blossoms worried
as june bugs found july
waters rose
beyond the bank
to wash away
the night

moments
to the mayfly –
as secrets shared
with mars
venus wears her dresses
just the same –

age recalls
the coming back
miles of lonely tears –
whiskey warm in jelly jars
– wishes
by the well

spin me of another
some sweet day
to come –
the sound of naked feet
on polished stone

the shrill of laughter
climbing –
timbers much too tall
than e’er we knew
would find us here

– and will us back
to home

. . .

the rhythm of remember ~

01 Monday Apr 2013

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in the quietly unfolding
vanilla satin wings –
where shutters made of music
bang the porch
leaning in (as leaning does)
just before the fall
of breath into beginning
us again

in the rhythm of remember
a poem stirs awake –
counting now the verses
(one by one)
measured by the silent steps
from one end to the other
lives restored
as lanterns barely burned

forever stops to witness
graces undeclared
patches sewn together
(in the dark)
leaving spared another day
for smiles without the taking
was here we learned
to love –
here we stay

. . .

of grace ~

31 Sunday Mar 2013

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emmaus

in the shallows
of existence
the wildest blossom dreams
of souls returned
as witness to this day

a virgin amaryllis –
an Easter white bouquet
reminders of a stone
once rolled away

worry not for death
within a garden
strewn with grace
forgiven now the depths
of our demise

what blessings
purge the sinful heart –
of debt already paid
– were not the fall
o’ershadowed
by the rise

. . .

in the beginning ~

30 Saturday Mar 2013

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remembered here
the ways I came –
and where (for you)
I waited
stood the night
until the morning bled
blush against the darkness –
swirled within my glass
burning shade of passion
rolling crest

warned of times
the tides were low
as ripples washed in circle
while here below
a league of silver fins
made their way to places cooled
with pardon (to deliver)
– just before the final
(first) amen

fathers watch
from storied boughs –
mosses weighing heavy
foretold with gentle swell
of love’s release
glowing ponds of sacred light
dried to ancient stones
– as life creating
(rivers to the sea)

quietly
the world awakes –
sleepy eyed to wonder
returning to the blanket
(where we lay)
our burdens by –
beneath a sky of lullabying cedar
– (loved) as one by one
the stars
we named

. . .

tangled ~

28 Thursday Mar 2013

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honeysuckle ribbons
are wrapped
as time with string
and squeezed against a plank
of aching red
dusted hallelujahs
are buried by the post
and rusted
to the latch
just like they said

we’d never make the papers
never knew our time
would end –
struggled with the map
unspoken shame –
as day old letters
fade into the memory of a box
– and photographs
don’t hold me
quite the same

a kiss
the taste as summer
a touch the same as true
gentle eyes
were watching me –
as I was watching you
like who would know
the stories
weren’t for telling
where we’d be –
or where we started over
might be here –
you came for me

as roads to trace
from east to west –
were moved as north I took
a ticket in my pocket
found me there
let me know
if e’er the stars
are moved from where
I loved –
as honeysuckle moments
are pulling
at my hair

. . .

paradi ~

28 Thursday Mar 2013

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the window is held open
by a breath
of morning breeze –
where wrapped we were by one
another time
yellow blossoms break
across an endless
open sky –
robins sing
tho worry not
for rhyme

. . .

resurrection ~

28 Thursday Mar 2013

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across the plains
which have no master –
tides rewritten
carve the sand
steps removed
my solace journey
lifetimes passed
to where I stand

kept aside
with places sacred
each divined
no less than these
rain is falling
now the river –
wanders far
with sweet release

echoes fall
as green to timber –
light to lacey
fingers glean
silence weighs
the reach of sorrow
broken bough of
nature’s dream

life returns
to guard the stillness
darkness pressed
beyond the shoals
seasons pass
as sands are shifted
sunlight bathes
the willing soul

. . .

I knew it well ~

26 Tuesday Mar 2013

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morrison 2011

was a time
before illusion –
a time to wonder why
– tho maybe
I imagined
every whispered
lullaby

a bliss –
the same as breathing –
of the same sweet air as I
is held
within the silence
– within the penance
of a sigh

tis all the same
I see that now –
but what of dreams will know
when death is come
my hand to still –
was faith
for loving so

this tepid trust
these lukewarm tears –
might distance
mine erase
as echoes of forever
draw me nearer
to this place

where once I knew
and once I lived –
a house just down the hill
is tortured
by the turning back
– a lifetime
waiting still

what prophet gleans
the past resolved
as moments we allow
would suffer time
as wondering –
where love remains
somehow

for one more time
restored to touch –
one kiss when life is passed
one heaven here –
I knew it well –
shall grieve my soul
at last

. . .

let me ~

26 Tuesday Mar 2013

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it seems of time
I have no say
of where and when
the leaving
of souls held dear
I wish I’d held
a moment more
to grieve

these gifts of life –
of laughter merged
to make of me
a locket –
of grapes
the same as winter wheat
frosted by the wind

where am I
and how to say
of all the things worth keeping
love survives
the harshest storms –
blossoms yet
as seed

down the years
as one made more –
by touch with me
to tarry –
let me love
or let me sleep
beyond this futile dream

carry me
e’er splinters press
a crush of silver locust –
born to curse
the coming back
– the stinging of the blade

. . .

perennial ~

25 Monday Mar 2013

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Been gone awhile,
when fate was come –
tho wasn’t much
for turning home.

Dashed every (starless) dream
to the jagged edge of longing,
spent more than most.
Was love
took everything.

How did you find me –
with sense
I’ve long forgotten.
A name restored from silence,
rolls as thunder
down the pines.

Was there alone,
save for time (my one companion).
And put away my pages,
lest my sin some stranger find.

Life was waiting
his comfort now to come,
and counted me as blessings –
rocked to sleep,
(our love) awake in dreams.
Back against the morning,
eyes on the horizon –
no thunderbird to guide me,
nor evermore
to save.

Weeds and cocklebur –
a parakeet’s abandon,
grew between the slats
gone to seed (so long ago).
Sorrows met with joy –
both gathered there together.
Am I different
than remembered –
every story (still) I know.

Told when harvest moons
(are made much colder)
taken hold some other place
(another night so dear).
Some promise made (to might have been)
rouses me from slumber.
A roof that needs replacing –
keeps me ever (wanting, here).

Your kiss to steal –
your welcome home.
Were you to dream of me,
willed me back
(always I feel) the same.

Seven lives
and sixteen rivers –
forsaking every pleasure,
forgetting every loss
(and who’s to blame).

As seasons passed
between (the times) to hold –
Was our
forever moment –
never lessened (never old).

. . .