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I swear ~

20 Thursday Sep 2012

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steady this drum
on the pulse of your mercies
and steal my last breath
from the breeze
strain to the sound
of poetry pleading
to moments all measured
by these

know me
to know me
closer to close
softer the name you recite
as learning to breathe
with somebody else
adrift in your essence
tonight

break from the empty
fill now the warmth
of sunlight to corners
long bare
throw off the covers
and run through the shadows
~ I’ll be your memory
I swear

save for indifference
the doings undone
and worry
for places to be
slow to the rhythm
of night birds returning
o’er oceans
remembered
as me

ruby red ~

19 Wednesday Sep 2012

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her hair was spun
of gypsy moths
and weaved with ribbon
ruby red –
her eyes
a shade of cappucine
gave life to every
dream or dread

she spoke in words
not one could know
a language
only she could speak
a universe
where all was love –
would curse the sailor’s
longing – weak

her fragile hands
a raven’s breast
fluttered soft the beat
of care
a blossomed white
from passions rose –
as essence bloomed
a lover’s fare

she breathed
ten thousand years of light
and knew of things
most men could not
she harbored tears
for moments lost –
and spoke with kind
of love
forgot

what time was hers
no one could say
another birth from dying crossed
what kiss was made
to give away

what ruby red
a gypsy moth

longing to know ~

17 Monday Sep 2012

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from places no longer
the one getting by ~
as silver blue veins
trace the will of the wind
and speak of forever
our longing to know ~
like the hush of a whippoorwill
coming to nest
and branches bent over
by the memory of snow

terrapin tea rose
and red scarlet laces ~
were bloomed from the shade
of maple and rye
burdens forgot to the passing
of seasons ~
lives resurrected
as love would not die

red tail renewal
preys o’er the pasture
as swoons for another
a thought passed
between ~
whispers of always
linger as loving
to lie with us down
on a blanket
of dreams

where kept to the memory
of unfinished language
and rest within moments
our reason to be ~
as teardrops fall
on this view of creation
love becomes light
and life ~
destiny

meets me coming back ~

14 Friday Sep 2012

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tree lines
bend with shadows –
wrapped in summer fare
honeysuckle
mated with the vine
midnight swirls
of something shifts
backward to the black –
as gentle hands
remembered by the pines

freed again
to living – forgotten
now the ways
and just how cool
the dirt beneath my soles
running til the echo
meets me coming back –
into the place began
so long ago

red birds
raise the corners
and stretch the heavens wide
as waters pool
where beetles
first were seen
as bliss beyond the stillness
wakes to greet the sun –
rivers wash their sorrows
into green

angels sit in envy
for places I have touched
and words of silent meaning
grace my tongue
whispers fly
on pearly wings –
just above the pond
as beautiful
awaiting to become

clover sits
in four leaf sheets
and no one needs to count –
how soft the emerald reach
between my toes –
breezes grace the southern pass
turns beneath the canyon
sings the song
I hear by heart –
the only one I know

unremembering ~

07 Friday Sep 2012

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I wish I had held
to moments more dearly ~
to songs that were played
on the breath of a sigh.
I wish I had watched
as wonder unraveled
and slept when it ended ~
a thought passing by.

I wish I had prayed
and waited my blessings ~
as sure in their coming
my delight when they came.
I wish I had dreamt
long past your leaving ~
and woke to a morning
where love still remained.

I wish I had spoke
when the words
were still tender ~
their silence remembered
to places I go.
I wish I had listened ~
did you speak of forever
in rhyme before reason ~
and wanting to know.

I wish I had gone
when the going was easy ~
the lessons to linger
not much to confess.
A road that was fated ~
the way back
forgotten.
My chance for redemption
not bartered for less.

I wish I had known
the real of what mattered ~
were moments pretending
or just passing through.
I wish I had held
a little while longer ~
e’er time steal the memory
of wishing for you.

beneath the bark ~

06 Thursday Sep 2012

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spring has melted
summer stone
as blossoms white
to grace the ground
crooners sit
the long night perched –
balanced by the moon

silhouette of shadow
against this pink charade
surely this –
our fate to know
one more blessed summer
met as one to count
of hairs
(every day) between

the rising
and the falling down
so glad we have no warning –
of when the bell
shall toll
and time begins

dusted light
before the dawn
yet eyes can see forever
as lovers press allegiance
to the blade

crickets
store their trumpets
and still their tired hands –
while luna slows her heart
against the wood

one more turn
eternal
as rings beneath the bark –
balance me beside the moon
as doves before
the day

mysteries ~

04 Tuesday Sep 2012

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baby birds
and someone misses
verse succumb to evergreen
lost within
the yellows glisten
tempting me –
as flame to wing

smiles returning
unknown language –
autumn falling soft the night
raindrops ring
with gentle cadence –
loving lisp
to nature’s sigh

til slower now
the stories telling
stars where once was only blue
days fold into years
forgiving –
past the time
when wishes true

thought not long
the way unyielding
or places I mistook for mine –
tore my jeans
as I was leaving
and for a little while
was blind

just this ~

01 Saturday Sep 2012

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would e’er my words
be sworn to ash
wings above the fire
stilled within the quiet
of feathers met in time

strummed to life
in worlds I’ve found
a place beyond the seen
leave me there
without the want to know
what lies between

chord to lay
across the bow
as lover set to silence
stretched above the day
to wrap around

a perfect night
of wayward stars
surrendered by the moon
and rolled into a river
running north

kiss my sleepy eyes
just before the veil is lifted
forever leaves
a sweetness
on my lips –

no more have I
the rest to know
of all I am becoming
heaven here
my hands to hold –
just this

deliberate pause ~

20 Monday Aug 2012

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Walking beneath stars at dusk,
doves coo (quietly) to one another,
songs only they (of dove wisdom) can understand…

and I wonder at their (selfless) lament…
What (can they whisper that) I do not know?

What invisible mysteries
do the waves instill — crashing against the cliffs…
(who can tell me)
what secrets the rain confesses to the violet dawn,
is its suffering (made) lesser
by the crimson sunset?
Is there a place (we’ve yet to find)
that waits under evergreen canopies of silence…
atuned to (the cry of) rainbows…
or is that for the poet (alone) to know….

Ten thousand paper birds
(without the heritage to) become feathers…
but still they drfit…tangled not (by expectations)
no tears for tiny fingers
(that pried) their inanimate bones…

they’ve yet to understand
they cannot soar…
and (so) they do…

Can the only secret (worth discovery) be
that a simple morning song…
bellowed atop (a twist of) cooper line
is more (precious) than a symphony of perfectly managed notes…

and that love needs no reason (to be)
(undone by questions — why not)
beyond a moment’s (deliberate) pause…..

coming back going ~

08 Wednesday Aug 2012

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kept to these pieces
of coming back
going
living and dying the rest to define
one more get busy
and lived I
to tell it –
how strange seems the pattern
of meaning to find

the ends
of beginning –
for ways undiscovered
questions revealing
the answers to more
ways as were destined
to sleep the night
waiting
with boots by the table –
and back to the door

and knew not of love
kept me from leaving
as pieces broke off
a handle – a key
lines through the linen
threads of another
as once I was given
this time to foresee

as notes
to the margins –
words underlined
bled through forever
to find us again
to wonder of reasons
and names now forsaken
words without marker –
reminders of when

the past lay unbroken
as blue satin slippers –
worn down the path
I cleared long ago
where now
the night sits
at the edge of my wonder –
warmed by the memory
of light on my soul