pondering ~

09 Monday Jul 2012

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I shall be
no more than verse
no more than thought dispersed –
an empty page
to curse
as navy blue to linen –
carbon to the grail
margins now become
the truth I live

taunt me not with destinies
and nights
I could not sleep –
but stayed awake to dream
else words become –
a testament to passing
deliverance from death
longing as a substitute
for life

worn into november ~

08 Sunday Jul 2012

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of places where you live –
none the more
than in my heart
with a window to the world
that is my dream

verses tied with pieces
of tomorrow’s wiser sun
as the fireflies came
crying to the sill –
begging me to go
beyond the wood

to mountains
brushed with ashes –
softly fell a whisper
was settled neath the porch
of standing still

for lifetimes (did I know)
when wished the brightest star
to bring you safely
to remember –
the destiny of thought
to bring you home –

the way of spring
of secret paths
worn into november
touch the same as breezes
wrapped a favored song –
as rain against the tin roof
of my soul –

laughter spinning stories
of a line or two we wrote –
before the storm
was settled in our bones

of all the places
you remain –
this one –
my longing stills
sometimes late at night –
I hear you sing

glass to wear ~

08 Sunday Jul 2012

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of fairytales
I’ve heard them say
there is no prince returning –
dare I let my braid
down by the wall –

where once (a summer)
there you stood
with nowhere else to wander
awaiting for our story
to unfold

remember how it all seemed
more (than we could
make it happen) –
and dreamed I once or twice
of far aways

castles (meant for merlin)
camelot of sorts –
bridges fell across
my evermore

closed my eyes
and gave a wish –
to stars beyond the dipper
lay me down –
give me glass to wear

let me sleep
ten thousand years
if there your kiss will find me
standing at the window
where you wait

kindred ~

07 Saturday Jul 2012

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touch in me
the friendship
that denied another life
and souls as we were passed
before this one –
waiting I would find you
in the kitchen by the sink
dreaming of another day
we loved

Moments ~

03 Tuesday Jul 2012

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For this moment
of moments –
eternity waited
giving us room just to be.
Circles now spreading
our fate to discover –
but always we sit
with sweet memory

of the days just before
in places we wandered –
in joys that we shared
(none can take those away).
Tis the way we were guided
by stars barely crossing –
as years will remember
a smile
not the day

or the season, the tears
(so demanding).
Just a face bound to grace
we might never deserve –
(but we do)
and we will
for we love without wanting
more than this
that we keep
in the stores of our heart.

Can’t be lost on the way
to the one
we become –
or replaced by some other
(we don’t understand).

Love remains
in the truths
we leave in our passing –
years from now
just a word

– just a smile.

Author’s Note: Written for a friend who struggles to understand
an unfamiliar path, and hurting words from those she thought
she knew best. Ultimately, we choose what we keep. The rest – we set free.

unfinished ~

02 Monday Jul 2012

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fireflies at twilight
hands on the bible
a smile passed for trust
in between
no need to spend time
on the past unimportant
as the color of paper
neath words left unsaid

thirty years gone
since the season for leaving
fifteen more
than my mother was then
but the eyes of the soul
keep pictures much longer
a tear brushed away
not in time

and truth sealed tight
how many I’ve wondered
poison the sound of my name
falls to the reason
for waiting much longer
than the need to be known
by the curve of her arms

a baby once more
the future unfinished –
grace for another
of gifts passed between

Author’s Note: The relationship of mother to daughter is a cloth
weaved of many threads – love, faith, sorrow and forgiveness.
Because we are the same, we think we know things the same. The
reality is that we are as different as woman to man, wasp to
a firefly, a kiss to a curse.

make you someday ~

29 Friday Jun 2012

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I knew you on Monday
loved you on Tuesday –
by Wednesday
you’d taken ahold of my heart
Thursday was pancakes
and warm maple syrup
By Friday – we planned
for the pulling apart

Saturday came
with the crushing of thunders –
erasing my fears
with your charms
Sunday I swore
you were nothing worth keeping
but laughed
as you rolled in my arms

A week of forever –
a lifetime made over
to fit in the place where the lies
used to be
Smelling of cedar
I kept every treasure
and wondered if ever –
you’d happen to me

Splinters and sweetgum
stars for the taking
Wrap me in Monday –
the first I dreamed of
Tell me you’re leaving
but stay for the morning –
lest night make you someday
the Tuesday I loved

seasons still to be ~

25 Monday Jun 2012

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one more time
as living goes –
and I’ll be done with dying
come before in satin gowns
feathers are my fare
barefoot on an eastern lake
wilderness and wilder
stars against my shoulder
fell into the weave
and couldn’t go
(the way of mars)
across and back
wandering much further
than the earth was flat
(the promise come)
sail away with me
fingers splayed on lacey lace
playthings for the baby
fit with one (remember me)
lightening coursed within
touching breath
melting fire
burned into a moment
a scar to last forever
and seasons still to be
of all that was
no ‘could have been’
will matter much tomorrow
as brith returns another
without the father’s name
or where we passed
with why we left
though some my heart
is keeping
in boxes lined with cedar
and buried three moons deep
hyacinth and hemlock
weaved into my tresses
evidence of times before
beneath these same
bright stars

come of age ~

24 Sunday Jun 2012

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I’ve come of age
a little bit late –
way past the point
I reached my prime…
My eyes now open
(sometimes I blink)
to what has been
and was never mine.

I’ve hit my knees
and stood up strong –
sometimes I thought
I never would.
I’ve seen the best
and worst of me
more faith than some –
more right than good.

Surrender has no
business here –
for falling back
on sleepless nights.
I’ve written days
in blood and truth –
and traded ink
by candlelight.

Do we ever lose
in letting go…
for only then
is our purpose met.
When comes the time
of difference –
in what we wished
and what we let.

I can’t (but I do) ~

22 Friday Jun 2012

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how is it I know
(I can’t but I do)
the taste of your touch
in the morning
when streams of sunlight
warmed by your skin
settle in love’s mortal dew
how is it I know
(I can’t but I do)
the way that your hand
fits to mine
or body to body
heartbeats to one
breathless beginning all over
I wonder
I wander
some nights until dawn
how is it I know
(I can’t but I do)