cursive blocks ~

27 Monday Mar 2023

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ache, life, ove, poet, poetry, time, writing

how sure this fate
awaited –
from nights
i grieved your touch
would morning come
and i not know
to ache
would e’er my thoughts
be settled –
in cursive blocks
of blue
a book resolved
to wishing –
for a love i never knew
would feel this way
as everything
pressed against my page
a story still becoming –
what was dreamed
of yesterday

. . .

for nothing ~

17 Friday Feb 2023

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a place we begin, breath, home, life, love, today, words, writing

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

. . .

paper heart ~

21 Wednesday Jul 2021

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality, verse

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essence, gift, life, love, lover, poet, poetry, words, writing

words
it seems
are all I have –
a sigh you cannot hear
cool as ink
allowed to dry –
verses disappear

e’er such lines
seduction bear –
or meter steal my place
to claim the truth
from on my lips –
ivy robbed of lace

would I for this
my essence trade –
sweet desire to make you mine
fragile voice
a paper heart –
gives longing into
rhyme

. . .

when words are fell away ~

16 Tuesday Feb 2021

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a price to pay, acceptance, forgiveness, life, love, poet, promise, time, truth, writing

for wanting
there’s a price to pay
a promise I surmise –
to write again
when words are fell away
to garner loves forgiveness
for all I couldn’t say
when the nightbird came
to roost
above my bed

when the lacey lace
is torn apart –
stars forget to burn
as moonlight spills along
the eastern ridge
reminders come unbidden
to have their way at last
as punishment
for every word
unsaid

. . .

poet ~

04 Thursday Feb 2021

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blessings, love, mystery, poetry, rules, time, truth, understanding, woman, writing, writing in the dark

was a lover
trading verse for time
a poet without want
for rhyme
a keeper
born of whispers
few can understand
how it is the night pretends
to know
how it is
reason fails
to justify her love
the pain that comes of dying
with nothing left to say
how it is light returns
just when it seems a loss
to gift her time
she thought was burned
away

. . .

weight of words ~

30 Wednesday Dec 2020

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always we begin, and still, belonging to none, grace, life, longing, love, poet, story, time, verse, writing

another sun
will I remember
the weight of words
beneath my bed –
empty pages
grieve the story
verses trapped inside
my head

passions rise
to ink stained fingers
memory met
with practiced hand –
seasons fill
my pen with longing
for life I’m want
to understand

truth is cleft
as will surrendered
stored to cold
my pillow waits –
another time
a chance for taking
as heart to hand
– this silence
aches

. . .

silver mine ~

08 Thursday Oct 2020

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love, memory, poetry, returning, solace, sometimes, soul memory, time, truth, words, writing

I shall gather
to pages
these remnants of you
reminders now written
in rhyme
I shall paint
every moment
of days worn together –
warm cappucine
silver mine

sweet
my surrender
so often and still
when shadows are come
to do as they will
I will bind my heart
to words
we both know –
whispers carved deep
to my soul

. . .