sway ~

03 Sunday Feb 2013

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cherokee, connection, family, fearless, grace, gravel roads, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, reason, restless, spirit, strength, understanding, wandering, wisdom, wonder

wet leaves
scattered –
friend to foe
lunas into sorrows
flaming as the scarlet
black –
nature’s cabaret
silken souls
defend their woes
martyrs of the moon
whisper of the lying nights
nestled us between

cold beneath
the dapple light
spun amid the shadows
was come of love
when spring remembered fall
roses crushed to memory
– scents I used to wear
pressed into my hem –
a garden gate

cocked the head
of ravens –
ancient mercies
home to roost
with pieces wound
of juniper and jade –
silver voices rise
into the chilly mountain air
opal eyes reflecting
us as truth

. . .

allowance ~

03 Sunday Feb 2013

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becoming, bliss, destiny, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, letting go, life, love, old maps, reason, restless, spirit, spirituality, strength, surrender, truth, wandering, wisdom

quietly come
it is I
to your light
so little afraid –
resigned
to become
more in the passing
of truth into truth
ways to the weight
permission allows

kneeling
before
against
as within
an altar already made
of cypress and sorrows
iron and bone
scars worn to rope
for holding me on

breathless beginning
was come
of an end
when all had seemed lost –
one light drew me
home

. . .

this time ~

02 Saturday Feb 2013

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bliss, breath, destiny, dreams, fearless, grace, life, living, love, memory, old maps, passion, relationship, restless, spirit, strength, understanding, wandering, wisdom

were curses
to brush
my feelings away
as splinters
pushed deep in my soul
worn as a callus
of promise to numb –
were moments of heaven
I know

forty years more
than my mama was young
chosen for choosing
this time
broken down places
wink in the sun
a shimmering ghost
left behind

longing we planted
in clover and moss –
weighted to pockets
of stone
forgotten our fate
as candles died out
– habits held close
not for long

. . .

the slip ~

31 Thursday Jan 2013

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becoming, fearless, grace, gravel roads, kentucky, life, love, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, restless, spirit, strength, truth, value, wisdom

folded starch of linen
to hide a jagged state –
tho tattered lace
and denim
more my style

senseless
my pretention
the effort made to be
whate’er it was –
the slip
to make you fall

words remain –
reminders
of another me (just fine)
essence born
of burning leaves
chamomile
and rhyme

. . .

another ~

28 Monday Jan 2013

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if I were born
another place –
and never heard your name
or memorized the music
of your voice
would the night arrive
unnoticed
as wings above the pines
would I leave my prayers
for coming back
behind

if I were loved
some other way –
and stayed my will to know
of lessons almost ended
by my days
would lips be sealed
and not for one –
remembered as a kiss
buried with the memory
of refrain

if I were here
some other day –
familiar comprehension
as words to scatter
ashes to the wind
the failsafe of forever
eternity begins
within a dream
another fragile death

folded to a locket
buried with my sins –
reminders fall
around me
in the dark
verses haunt the pages
wherein another waits
held against a name
I dare not say

. . .

til I say ~

28 Monday Jan 2013

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bliss, breath, connection, death, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, life, love, old maps, passion, reason, restless, spirit, strength, truth, wandering, wisdom, woman, writing

they warned me once
of dying –
before my time was come
of children
without mothers –
polished stone

of storms
were passed
before my birth –
carved into my canyons
a story
not yet over
til I say

tis luxury
in heartache –
precious scars
worth bleeding for –
a blessing come
for writing
in the dark

I’ve buried want
for reason –
broke the bed
and cut my hair –
gave favor
to the love
that had no home

pages bending over
lest I read them more
and more –
forsaken by
their meaning
to pretend

summer sweat
and winter rye –
some may say they knew
of vows I took
repenting –
for lifetimes passed
too soon

they warned me once
of dying –

. . .

between ~

27 Sunday Jan 2013

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cherokee, connection, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, life, love, nature, old maps, reason, relationship, restless, self, spirit, spirituality, truth, wandering, wisdom, wonder

when I was ten
the stars were my friends
and grapevine grew wild
to pass me between –
places of longing
and wonders unseen
by the eyes
of surrender –
a ways
down the road

nights
unforgotten
the dreamer I was –
left out the door
without thought for goodbye
or reminders
of home
I’d come needing
to find –
paths cleared away
by the wind

was destiny
left in a note by the gate
or carved to a tangle
of wood –
how quiet the house
a lone empty bed –
and chill burned away
by a wanting
left go

might they wonder
how far
I’d been taken away –
or wait me a season of still
unnoticed retreat
to a life just begun –
my wing’ed old soul
forgetting again
to wander the way back
to less

. . .

something unsaid ~

27 Sunday Jan 2013

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breathe
and for a moment
eternities still
the first
the last
forever I am held
within something unsaid –
garnered a kiss long ago
falling as voice
into praise

fleeting
reminders
of places behind
will became stars
on the way
familiar longing
as hands fit to hands –
beat to beat
to heart
living done over
forgotten the sin
lips move
with nothing to say

dream
as permission
to harness the mind
curs’ed sleep
takes us home
cedar boats
to carry –
evenings rush the tide
finds a morning
waiting
to atone

. . .

glimmer ~

26 Saturday Jan 2013

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beauty, bliss, cherokee, connection, destiny, fearless, grace, knowing, knowledge, life, love, nature, old maps, passion, postmark, reason, soul signature, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, understanding, universal, wandering, wisdom, wonder

were e’er the truth
be hiding –
as a speck against the night
as blue beneath
the april lizard’s tongue
as echoes burned
to dying song –
crickets born to cry
forgotten to the living
everything

were stories ours
for writing –
the ending still unseen
revealed in lacey shadows
down the hall –
or grown beyond
the reach of roots
warm beneath the clay –
clutched within the hands
of everything

were reason
ours to master –
seasons ours to sail
worlds beyond the red
that is our flame
of life and love
resounding –
crushes now the sigh
rolled onto the back
of everything

were moments
but a glimmer –
sand between our toes
dimestore glue
and glitter
make a crown
light to torch the fabric
wherein our love
is one –

come to see
(come to be) the truth
in everything

. . .