23 Thursday Feb 2023
were there a means
for understanding
some longing
to discern
a place for every hurt
i leave behind –
breath becoming more
than just the memory
of words
a moment you were falling
into my
eternal rhyme
and i remember
what it took to find
you here –
to get you home
tethered to a promise
whispered
soft against the night –
reminders
of the only thing i know
to resurrect
love to get us back
where we
belong
. . .
17 Friday Feb 2023
Posted in Poetry
i want for nothing
much more than this
the way the light
falls all around
as silence sits back
undecided by death
and cold as the day
it surrendered
this heart
i wait
undisturbed
by the fear of goodbye
boards shifting
somewhere outside
i wait with the dishes
i thought not to move
a cigarette
touched out of habit
one night
i want for nothing
but your hand caught with mine
the curve of my name
on your lips
the rush of your breathing
tangled
divine
the way the light falls
all around
. . .
06 Tuesday Sep 2022
gifted words
a solace immortal –
was a stranger’s voice
the heart of one I know
when lives are lived
indifference
spawns a world of second starts
wherever i am born
was in your arms
i died before
some other time
as longing spent
i promised to return
a whisper buried deep
beneath the bone
let me be
forgiven –
i never meant to go
allowing for a moment
not yet claimed –
words become
a memory –
love I’ve yet to squander
a heart that holds
directions home
my promised
evermore
. . .
26 Friday Aug 2022
more than once
forever knew
i’d wait the morning after
with a trace of all that mattered
words already done
graces come
so easily
sometimes without regret
for choices
once at liberty to make
defending what was mine
to keep
failing what was not
the way before
seems different
in the light
. . .
12 Friday Aug 2022
Tags
almost always, grace, life, love, poetry, still, trade for more, words
had i wishes
yet to squander
graces
mine to give
smiles without a reason
to concede
kisses left for ransom
give and give some more
half the cost of letting go
was every sigh
between
the place we fell
fate for trade
when nothing more was come
grief to stain my pillow
dig the hole
fill my heart with daggers
words i wanted back
to ease the hunger
building
in my soul
. . .
12 Tuesday Jul 2022
all i want
of heaven
is the memory
of spring –
nights somewhere
we lay amid the stars
tracing lives
giving name
wherever flame
was found –
whispering our secrets
every promise
breathed
aloud
all i want
of evermore –
is a place to rest
my pen
fields of ancient flowers
fireflies
a story undecided
words no one has heard
moments we surrendered –
floating
far beyond
the night
. . .
09 Saturday Jul 2022
Posted in Poetry
another day –
a current slower
than the years
have washed away
I used to wade
from here to heaven
seeking signs –
a cause to stay
for a lifetime
I was patient
pulling starlight
from my hair
came a night
you sought to dream
and found me there
a slower breath
uneven whispers
floating soft above
the foam
you were my
one consolation
when there was
nothing more
to know
. . .
07 Tuesday Jun 2022
Posted in Poetry
what solace –
words
when grief
has stayed
to steal the warmth
from tender lips
was yesterday a prayer
a goodbye kiss
cold –
a sure reminder
of flame
where passions burned
into the sheets –
ashes now remain
who would blame
this heart to ache
these arms –
they tremble so
wanting still for words
that cannot warm –
that will not hold
. . .
25 Monday Apr 2022
Tags
forgiveness, graces we've forgotten, home, life, love, poet, truth, words
i write
and i worry
for pages on end
suffice to decide what words
might erase
i write when there’s nothing
i need to let go
but the jab of my pencil
parchment and coal
i write my forgiveness
before it is asked
and where you are now
unasking
i write and i whittle
nights to defend
so sure my thoughts would arrive
somewhere else
if left for a moment
hung o’er my page
awaiting a memory to come
i write in the places
i thought i would end
and pull up the margins
behind
i write
. . .
23 Wednesday Feb 2022
how much of me
is written –
to the rafters
of your heart
a purple painted
flower
faded now
what of words
I worried with –
were washed out
by the flood
letters set to sail
beyond your touch
what of ink
has stained your hands
worn your fingers blue
a rhyme
no longer worthy
but to curse
were there pages
still to ponder –
moments meant to keep
safe within the
memory
of verse
. . .
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