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so still ~

27 Saturday Oct 2012

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as I was
I am still –
were a dream
and I made real
come this moment
start me clean
take of naught
the hurts unseen

of forgiveness –
right from wrong
psalms unread
redemptions song

fold such tenderness
around –
breath to breath
as loving bound
of yes and then
another will
this truth become
as love revealed

of this no more
than love I give
as I was once –
so still
I live
…

here am I ~

27 Saturday Oct 2012

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for every time
a time so true –
as moments without measure
to be again
remembered then –
our presence now
our treasure

a softer sigh
was never heard –
though times before
I waited
as one within a passing sure –
would lifetimes still
be traded

by rushes
to the yellow morn
silver to the hay
as glories gathered by the vine
to steal my heart away

of twilight swoons
where nightbuds bloom
petals tender fall –
as anxious for the memory
of dreams
to hold us all

by stillness wrapped
this thought so sweet –
as I – with grace divine
was bliss to me
(eternities)
beyond the reach
of time

rainbows and raining ~

26 Friday Oct 2012

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who hears the echo
of once fallen fathers
knows every name
and loves them no less
silver white dots
connect each horizon
sister and brother
the weary heart rests

crosses stand down
by the edge of the highway
somebody’s gone
where grief couldn’t go
who shall remember
was everyone’s baby
kept now in daisies
the color of snow

eyes search the distance
and curse
at the weather
who’s left to see
when the light falls away
hands reaching over
the breadth of one sorrow
take me
forsake me
but lean to my pain

wrapped in the colors
of rainbows and raining
fixed by the fathers –
as stars
on the day

blue ~

25 Thursday Oct 2012

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were the banks
overflowing
with green velvet lace –
and stones
whiter polished
by the river’s erase
in the rushing of thunder
as songs to the trees
were blossoms
just starting
their love to release

never more
to be noticed
let the waters yet rise
and ashes be scattered
beyond winter skies
lest this name
be forgotten
as a bittersweet time
when I left to the rapids
my fate to refine

from cool
crystal glaciers
my yesterday flowed
through the valley
of mountains
my ankles – my toes
til the blue
almost broke me
with icey remorse
when a drop of forever
took this spirit
off course

rushing long
into something
more than will to pretend
was the sea
I was waiting –
my life to begin
as ways without reason
passion churns with the tide
lest I drift thru
december –
this chill to abide
…

stars all around ~

24 Wednesday Oct 2012

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there’s a moon
on the pasture
hoarded by willows
who told of another
to balance the blues
silvery shades
of pewter and diamond
ripples regarded
as glass looking through

tis a world
of unraveled
the seeds from the soil
the wish from the falling
of stars all around
poetry plucked
from pointy black fingers
briars embracing
the blossom of sounds

meticulous verse
at the heart of our musing
pushed from these hands
to the soft folded wing
enchanted by story
of journey releasing –
words without rhyme
ten thousand to sing

as bark sets the future
of cider to winters
patterns to pass
from light years to why
there was more to the water
than drink for the pasture
a mirrored confession of love
for the night

. . .

gathered ~

23 Tuesday Oct 2012

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in warmth
where the last of the sunlight
was gathered –
smothering snippets
lay fast by the door
and watched as permission
was given the rose –
fell as a shadow
of breath to the floor

as grace to seclusion
the running around –
as locks almost rusted in two
tasked as a hinge
fell away from the rest
and all that we held
by the passing into

retrieved
from our solace
as mittens and coats
wrapped velvet arms
through our own
choosing the path
so silent – our boots
when met with surrender
in moments alone

becoming to pass
as essence to wind
and breezes to swirl somewhere new
sunlight makes waste
of eternities planned –
as floors
without memory
of someone we knew

in the hush
before waking –
the sweetest of dreams
is spoken
as gold welcomes night –
names find a corner
for keeping our best
weaving a memory
of breath
into light

no matter ~

23 Tuesday Oct 2012

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had the spring
succumb to winter
and held the dreamer near –
on the way
to our becoming more
than e’er a moment here

when passed into eternity
as one more breath
come I –
as rain where’er the ground is full
as whispers from the sky

of wondering
what words were kept
in stillness to your soul
would curse the choice returning –
this longing to console

of all and then
how much of will –
this mystery shall prove
and held beneath the silence
of a sigh

let summer melt
to steal our sleep –
with visions of tomorrow
as come the softest point of love –
when wonder sits
with sorrow

know
as I have known you
lest you put the truth away
or make of less in leaving –
the blessing of today

the lowly crest
of virgin song –
so sweet these morning stars
love remembers us
the same
no matter where
we are

…

laurel ~

20 Saturday Oct 2012

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of fear
I have no memory –
but for passions i reserved
and truth i know
(as e’er i know)
something i can’t say

the sweetest bliss
is moments here –
the weather suits my skin
tho cold was never threatened
by delight

flannel suits
and velvet dogs –
to chase my chills away
something clear
to numb my yesterdays

crooked boards
to lean the porch –
squeak beneath the rain
where vines are twisted tight
against my tune

mountain laurel
let me go
as breath to fill my sail –
stars align to windows
of my soul

seaglass ~

19 Friday Oct 2012

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whene’er I walk
the sea at dawn –
and wonder to the waves
what sailor might have sailed
from here
with not a thought to save

as restless spills
and ripples wash
from me the past is gone
tossed upon
some distant shore
or glistened still with foam

for one alone
and waited me
the journey to defend –
a story almost written
we surely tell again

as breezes blown
across my face –
my dress of cotton lace
remembers still
another time
I came to know this place

before the day
where sunset burned
as brightly as today –
where twilight danced above
the tides
to sweep my breath away

as silence keeps
a softer name than e’er I dare
repeat –
forgotten as were
broken shells
left scattered at my feet

rise and fall
and rise again –
be swift my love to learn
of messages rewritten here
awaiting our return

across the way
across the map –
dark and deep and dear
sighs are falling
somewhere else –
to echoes living here

. . .

poetry ~

17 Wednesday Oct 2012

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anchored by threads
of faraway seasons
veils pulled aside to reveal
the divine –
provision of poetry
and bright wooly winters
November new better
the passing of time

held by the truth
and counted as curses –
returned from the care
of hands folded two
love has but memory
of one to the other –
pictures of living
with love shining through

spare me the stories
of futures negated
by something that somebody told
mornings grown harsh
by the threat of another
let not this measure
make waste of our soul

two were remembered
by places uneven
and signs
kept by moments unseen
seasons revealing
the pages already
were torn from our keeping
as now we conceive

where were we started
when looking for answers
a question
of living – a coming back home
as a mist on the orchard
a frozen green apple
made good the foretelling
of winters to come

where did we dream
what the occasion
would lead us so far
from the light we had been
telling of times
we spoke without speaking
and ran without knowing
we’d find us again