jasper stains ~

02 Saturday Nov 2013

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breath, connection, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, light, love, nature, passion, poetry, spirit, spirituality, strength, understanding, wonder

morning spreads
her mysteries
across the meadow’s nape
pushes soft against
the glory grey
nestled down within the dusk
where once a dream
was blue –
wings to fly
I scarce recall their way

lavender
and jasper stains –
silver leaf and maple
the coldest water
reels from me the dawn
tempted by the leaving
of amber stems
and shade
feathers falling
ashes all around

nights I sleep
against the fold
of poems yesterday
were written to the leaves
beyond my door
gathered for the burning
smoke rings
ruby skies –
daylight sits
in clothes I never wore

. . .

ancient blue lining
clouds returning our sorrows
misty tears to rain

Mount Hood –
Smoky Mountains 2011

big enough ~

31 Thursday Oct 2013

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

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stories now
my daddy tells
of times before the better
took us by surprise
and shut our soul
of red clay paths
and old tin lines –
mary heaven
showed us
the ways to home
was not so far
to go

no ringing
of the latest news
no clamor to achieve
candles burned
beside
the feather bed
children wrapped
in babies
held as one to one
blessings come
– wherever
prayers were said

no looking back
or leaving long
another chance –
for nothing
would shake our faith
or move the least
to fall
dirty hands
so tender –
eyes caressed the light
dreams just big
enough –
to hold us all

. . .

one more yesterday ~

27 Sunday Oct 2013

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creation, faith, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, living, love, nature, oceans, passion, poetry, sacred intimacy, seeing in the dark, self, soul signature, spirit, spirituality, strength, tennessee, tides, truth, understanding, wisdom, wonder

where
the wind
a moment spoke
in breezes
to the ocean –
a time or two
when trusted you
to stay

whispers
wake me –
all the night
around me wraps
with wanting
for one more time
– one more
yesterday

to live within
this consequence –
sworn to breathless
morning –
sometimes
I feel your presence
moving there

wondering
of where the winds
and where –
the waves are singing
songs I once
remembered
everywhere

. . .

Author’s note: I love the ocean – and the mountains. When I am on the shore,
I can close my eyes, and there – the sound of leaves pushing one into another.
When among the trees, I close my eyes and hear waves upon the sand. The
songs are the same – love speaks a language all can understand.
A story told by evergreen writ upon the tides.

sense of the dark ~

26 Saturday Oct 2013

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bliss, breath, connection, conscious consciousness, faith, fearless, knowledge, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, reason, sacred intimacy, spirit, truth, understanding, value, woman, wonder

stealing me now
three breaths
(maybe more)
as you lay
with your head
on my heart
telling aloud
the story beginning
– light making sense
(of the dark)

maybe
(and sure)
this fate to uncover
was writ
long before
we were one
to know (as we know)
to feel (what we feel)
wrapped
in a moment –
remembered as home

stealing me now
three breaths
(maybe more)

. . .

winter stilled ~

24 Thursday Oct 2013

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daybreak makes
for tangled verse
last night’s
let’s remember
the lay of light
against the night
– a slow and sweet
surrender

as breath
into the winter stilled
poems press another
of long ago –
we willed a place
in time
letters wrapped in ribbon
hide beneath the bed
– verses sweat
to martyr every line

from all that was
to garner this
– sorrows held apart
someone wrote
their name into the fold
the memory
of breaking
fences
fears
and heart
silent hallelujahs fill
the soul

. . .

fell to rhyme ~

22 Tuesday Oct 2013

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becoming, bliss, breath, connection, destiny, dreams, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, relationship, spirit, truth, wonder

days
are but a poem penned
years no longer matter
the sun
is setting low
beneath the pines

waiting there
the anxious moon
to fill her nights
with wonder
her every want – a magic
fell to rhyme

lay me here
stay me here –
in mystery made sweeter
wrap my wish
in memory
– a crush of love
divine

. . .

sweetly ~

20 Sunday Oct 2013

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bliss, breath, connection, faith, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, living, love, nature, reason, spirituality, strength, truth, understanding, value, wonder

what tender chord
is risen
in gratitude
for grace
a truth
to soul remembered
we defend
whispers
hide in velvet ears
lately echoes
roll
sweetly from
the shadows
pulling in

what beauty
dares
the earth conceive
light and love
abound
tis there
I wake
from wandering
– as word
without a sound

. . .