04 Thursday Feb 2021
Posted in Poetry, spirituality
Tags
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
. . .
29 Tuesday Sep 2020
Posted in Poetry, Rambling, spirituality
Tags
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
. . .
06 Thursday Dec 2018
Posted in Poetry, Rambling, spirituality, Storytelling
Tags
courage, faith, growth, life, love, passion, reflection, remembrance, reminders, seasons, time, truth, woman
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
. . .
24 Thursday Aug 2017
04 Wednesday May 2016
Posted in a time for telling, Poetry, Rambling
Tags
choice, home another way, life, love, seeing in the dark, truth, unremembering, wisdom, woman
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
. . .
05 Tuesday Jan 2016
Posted in a time for telling, Poetry
Tags
blessing, home, life, love, seasons, seeing in the dark, time, woman, words without reason
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
. . .
05 Sunday Apr 2015
Posted in Poetry
Tags
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
. . .
26 Thursday Mar 2015
Posted in Poetry
Tags
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
. . .
24 Tuesday Mar 2015
Posted in Poetry
Tags
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
. . .
17 Tuesday Feb 2015
Posted in a time for telling, Poetry
Tags
becoming, bliss, breath, destiny, fearless, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, reason, spirit, truth, woman
the night
is but one
of these places
where you
remember me well
tho my passing
be sure
and all I recall
is the song
you became –
words
without need
of a sound
laid on my skin
as breath unto light
starlight sits
in promise began
rearranging
the planets –
of venus and mars
lifetimes
when I
was your touch
. . .
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