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

. . .

poet ~

04 Thursday Feb 2021

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blessings, love, mystery, poetry, rules, time, truth, understanding, woman, writing, writing in the dark

was a lover
trading verse for time
a poet without want
for rhyme
a keeper
born of whispers
few can understand
how it is the night pretends
to know
how it is
reason fails
to justify her love
the pain that comes of dying
with nothing left to say
how it is light returns
just when it seems a loss
to gift her time
she thought was burned
away

. . .

again ~

29 Tuesday Sep 2020

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling, spirituality

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echoes beneath my skin, home, life, love, moments, remember me, sometimes, soul speak, story, time, touch, trust, truth, woman

I break
when least expected –
and rise against my will
sometimes I race
sometimes I’m standing still
I’ve known the hurt
of heartbreak
the salty sting of tears
how long the morning after
when after all these years
I still recall
without regret –
most every goodbye kiss
the whisper of remember me
to moments such as this
hearts entreating
music stirring just beneath
my skin
as melodies we played
are played again

. . .

of the me in the mirror ~

06 Thursday Dec 2018

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling, spirituality, Storytelling

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courage, faith, growth, life, love, passion, reflection, remembrance, reminders, seasons, time, truth, woman

follow your soul

time has erased the
girl in the mirror –
a clarified version
of someone I knew
stares from the corners
leans to the shutter
breaks in the passing
and smiles as I do

at stories forgotten
retold from the ending
tracing old patterns
nobody cares
how we became
for what were we searching –
a touch this familiar
waiting love –
waiting there

miles down the mountain
living aside –
essence remains of
some sweet other time
a faded reminder
of me in the mirror
but for passions
we shared –
love
would be mine

. . .

tangled ~

24 Thursday Aug 2017

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adventure, blossom, home, journey, life, love, mystery, nature, woman

perfume

I was breath
and then the memory
of something without name
the taste of warmth
and wilderness
orchid made to bloom
clawing from a bed of rock
tangled up in weed
a blessing
for the taking
a lingering perfume

. . .

paper hearts ~

04 Wednesday May 2016

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry, Rambling

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choice, home another way, life, love, seeing in the dark, truth, unremembering, wisdom, woman

whereIamknown

OF ALL I’VE KNOWN
AND THERE A FEW
WITH NAMES
I DON’T REMEMBER
A SCATTERING OF STONES
AGAINST MY HEART
EVERMORES
FORGOTTEN NOW
THE WAY FOREVER LINGERED
TOOK TO ROOST
A HOME BENEATH MY BED
ALLOWING SOMETHING
MORE THAN I
POSSESS THE NEED TO ALTER
BOXES FILLED –
PARCHMENT PAPER HEARTS
OF FADED LINE
AND ONE MORE TIME –
THE LOWLY EVIDENCE
OF MOMENTS
WITHOUT WORDS
TO SPEAK –
FOR FEAR
THEY MATTER ONLY
IN MY DREAMS

. . .

marigold ~

05 Tuesday Jan 2016

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry

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blessing, home, life, love, seasons, seeing in the dark, time, woman, words without reason

youknewmehere

for every time
another was
a mirror
yet become
ageless as the skin
along my thigh
purple blooms
a marigold
as somehow I recall
nights beyond
the catching
of a window
to my soul

fleeting
was for memorizing
webs
and sheets alike
listen now
to hear
my ancient cry
was soft
as echoes left me
knew before
my time
songs I never
learned to sing
aloud

. . .

buttons ~

05 Sunday Apr 2015

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becoming, connection, destiny, faith, grace, gravel roads, life, living, love, old maps, passion, reason, spirit, truth, understanding, wandering, woman

was it for this
a silence surrendered
– nights
when I can’t buy a dream
mornings find me
out on the porch
rocking alone –
eyes facing north
fussing with buttons
and cursing
sometimes –
to wonder
(and how I must do that
a lot)
haunted by traces
places untouched
fingers burnt
by beginning

. . .

recalled to me ~

26 Thursday Mar 2015

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becoming, bliss, breath, connection, conscious consciousness, destiny, fearless, forgiveness, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, memory, old maps, poetry, reason, seeing in the dark, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, wandering, wisdom, woman

the wind
yet remembers
the weight of my willing
another I was
but a girl – only ten
crickets and
tadpoles
blackberry winters
barefoot as
lifetimes
recalled to me then

spirits
carry me
home by the river
out past the waiting
once promised
for us
a truth
undecided
as roads without name
an echo of someone
I used to be –
loved

. . .

trusted ~

24 Tuesday Mar 2015

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bliss, connection, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, gravel roads, knowledge, life, living, love, memory, old maps, passion, poetry, restless, sometimes, spirit, strength, understanding, woman, wonder

sometimes
I awake
in the still sweat
of night
– called from my sleep
by your voice
as love softly spoken
echoes somehow
to fill every shadow
– the long miles
between

as memory wills
truth unto silence
an ache
sworn to listen
lest slumber return
as darkness
to squander
the courage of morning –
a soul never trusted
to dream

. . .