wide open ~

18 Wednesday Sep 2013

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what memory
have you of this
of ways before the start
we dreamed a world
beyond our pulled apart
beyond this night
forgotten –
another willed to be
echoes down the meadow
from the sea

floated past the window
inches from the grey
ashes fell
reminding me to pray
for someone
without name I knew
someone still to mourn
let me find
remembrance here
an essence
without form

what truth
denies the bending
of sacrifice to sight
leaves the gate wide open
every night
hastens now the winter
to rush the fragile spring
hears the song
made sweeter
by the wing

. . .

an almost thing ~

17 Tuesday Sep 2013

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worry not
the breath of me
soothe to fill my ache
or sleep to dim
where longing left a mark
but spare me not
the sweeter bliss
of berry blue horizons
roman candle firs
against the dark

were majesty
an almost thing
royal gowns for taking
let me lie in rags
beneath the throne
silenced by the wonder
of dandelion wish
of moments without word
or breath –
meant to rob
my own

. . .

love I keep ~

16 Monday Sep 2013

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

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beneath the pull
of shade
to shape
of cedar into pine
forever rests
within the love I keep
fretting not eternities
wasting not a sin
drifting on the current
of my sleep

secrets wear
the seeker down –
whispers tell the most
verses bind my soul
to worlds unknown
sworn to tears
the snow returns
cool beneath my feet
worried not
to memory
of stone

slow the wake
of ancient wills
to roll on velvet banks
and there I lie
with want
another start
to save me from
this certainty
wilderness of home
swarmed into the forest
of my heart

. . .

sworn to easy ~

12 Thursday Sep 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

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were becoming
sworn to easy
leaves began this way
as snow
upon my favorite
summer day

as silence
come to pleading –
lonely for a sigh
as red and yellow
folded
lullabies

held the night
with wishes –
sometimes yet i feel
the light is all
and nothing left
is real

made of me
forever
lest i drift
as one – the clouds
or sail beyond
the sunset
i am now

. . .

remembered not to passing ~

09 Monday Sep 2013

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

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stories wait
the telling –
as solace binds the soul
light is rent in service
to our will
a secret rarely uttered
sleeps with us the night
longing for a time
to hold us still

became of this
our faith returned
when all the rest was lost –
delayed my breath
to rob this verse
of rhyme
remembered not
to passing –
or universes crossed
beholding to a promise
so divine

another day
some other life
a change to all we’ve known –
as carried I
your touch beneath
my sleeves
a history rewritten
shall follow me the dawn –
your heart
is beating somewhere
I can’t see

. . .

as love knew me ~

05 Thursday Sep 2013

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of places
once we tarried –
before
as now again
to know of love
(as love knew me)
a shift
of ancient sands

still
as light
became of word
your voice
to places sweet
made real a song
without a sound –
my heart within
your beat

of taste –
your name
recalls my lips
your touch
of moonlight glow
showed to me
eternity –
the only one
I know

. . .

between ~

02 Monday Sep 2013

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry

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forever
to wait –
seems not that much more
than was passed
while I waited a day
remembered to moments –
and there you are still
how easy these years
fell away

forgotten
the place
of beginning again
as seasons
now folded between
nights held with wonder
for times we drew dear
– are passed
as a sigh into dreams

suppose
and I will –
every morning til then
wrapped as allowance
to stars long ago
how will I find
what I waited so long
– to touch
what I already know

. . .

shy ~

30 Friday Aug 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

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for lack of words
longing fits
a favored pair
of mittens –
– essence born
of places I am known
for lack of faith
I swear I’ll do
whatever now is needed
– to run ahead
wherever time
is gone

were only this
the falling out –
and there
your need for talking
else silence
roll against me
in the dark
spirits shy
before the light
of evening on forever
words are lost
to wonder where
you are

. . .

lacey lace ~

29 Thursday Aug 2013

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the haunting
lacey lace
of colors into stone
of cast-asides
the winter snows
will find
seclusion of ten thousand
marchers slept below
shall carry now
the last
of april dreams
tethered as to blossom
where essence shall remain
with hope of once
returning us
the sun

. . .