no less than kings ~

26 Wednesday Mar 2014

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Sailed I once
into your blue
and fell as ash somewhere –
washed with rock
along the canyon carved.
Homeward
(closer) to the sea
you carried (lifted) me.
Guarded I the seed
became your kingdom.
No more than one –
one tiny grain –
but there a garden grew
with trees so tall
they skirted heaven’s rafters.
Another home
was anchored there
with view to lands above –
No less than kings
love resolved to love.

Sailed I once into your blue
and fell as ash somewhere.

. . .

familiar ~

24 Monday Mar 2014

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as thunder wakes
the story stone
as same
the silent drum
is hidden ‘neath
these ancient silver skies
worn against ten thousand dreams
tearing us apart
remembered us another
fond goodbye

heaven emptied
soundless
as once I love you spoke
beyond the clouds –
this tempest
to become
a message undelivered
stills the lover’s heart
where tender plays
a long familiar
drum

. . .

glimpses ~

22 Saturday Mar 2014

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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we are fireflies
floating in mists of memory
caught in silence
kept with smiles
slight nods of the head
a tear misting the eye
lovers’ intimate knowing
and each of these short-lived wonders
teach us with sparkling glimpses
of truth from their tiny golden lights –
that darkness is a soft pillow
to slow our souls
from the overflow of sensations
as wonders to allow us breath
between the emotions –
and then marvel at each vision
a winking evening star
or a dew covered rose
born of our dreams

. . .

reverie ~

20 Thursday Mar 2014

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Spring did arrive with April’s feathered touch
in yellow blossoms much too rich for Fall –
but waited again the burnt Summer sun,
and grieved not a moment for Winter’s pall.

In melodies written on Sparrow’s wing,
the deep blue umbrella held fast the rain –
so long that time had ceased to remember
the cool December from whence longing came.

What season left behind is ours to keep
another page of eternity sweet –
would linger still in our heart evermore,
as snowflakes melted the first Summer heat.

Were yesterday’s promise so far away –
but want for remembrance of Winter today.

. . .

spinning ~

19 Wednesday Mar 2014

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count these days an echo
of ancient lullabies
a passage
made much sweeter
by the night

pressed between
the shadows –
rolled beneath the sun
lifetimes passed
into the failing light

spare the stars
your grieving
else they stay aloft too long
curs’ed dark –
a lantern burning bright

write
for me a reason
this tender world to hold –
longing frees
the poet heart
to flight

. . .

love I couldn’t know ~

17 Monday Mar 2014

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Returned as swallows
to the dawn –
where once
a golden shaft of wheat,
before the day
another song.

I wonder
will it sound as sweet
as melodies
I played of you –
before you came
to make them real.

Symphony of rust and weed –
sunlight knew
how you would feel.

Take me home
(I beg you please) –
ashes weighted at your side.
Solitude
you keep so well –
another day
burned into night.
Was there I held you,
whispered soft
of love I couldn’t know
would take
and leave me wondering
reasons (why we came)
to go –
on the way to us
from somewhere
yet to be.

There I’ll know you still –
these winds
will carry me.

. . .

keepers of time ~

14 Friday Mar 2014

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

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a song
once carved
by Creator to wing
flew past
my window
the first day of spring

as clover
renewed to amethyst glow
was pushed
from my bed
by the melting
of snow

lacey
white clouds
took blue
by surprise
as wonder returned
from the land
of goodbyes

will heaven
be lessened
when compared unto this
as dogwoods are blushing
the sun’s tender kiss

our days
barely numbered
to these keepers of time
as falling
an angel –
gives bloom to the vine

. . .

author’s note – this dogwood
stands tall beside a creek not far from
where my parents live –
halfway to the place I grew up
she is taller than she
was then but just as wild
she knows my secrets
as I know hers
♡