16 Tuesday Feb 2021
Tags
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
. . .
04 Thursday Feb 2021
Posted in Poetry, spirituality
Tags
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
. . .
30 Wednesday Dec 2020
Posted in Poetry, spirituality
Tags
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
. . .
08 Thursday Oct 2020
Posted in home, Poetry, spirituality
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
. . .
18 Tuesday Aug 2020
Posted in Poetry, spirituality
Tags
blessings, closer to heaven than the stars, joy, life, love, poetry, seasons, starting now, treasure, voice, witness, words, writing
when comes the end
and I’ve no reason
for keeping time
this way –
no choice of words
I might have said
given one more day
no space allowed
no higher road –
than this already run
when comes the dawn
I’m without rhyme
– verses
left undone
what then shall I
when without voice –
tell of love I knew
what words will I
surrender –
when I remember you
. . .
19 Friday Jun 2020
Posted in Poetry, spirituality
I have not
permission –
this breath to allow
visions
how sweetly
they come to me now
when I had
forgotten
the warmth of your hands
– the touch
of your fingers
to mine
pages and pages
scattered by rhyme –
letters like leaves
falling down
love resurrected
from indigo blood –
thought
seldom spoken
aloud
. . .
09 Tuesday Jun 2020
Posted in Poetry, spirituality
foolish fall
of lust to line –
jealous need to write
perilous the pen
within the sanctity
of night
verses
left to meaning –
dare the heart to feel
words without dimension
for what is not
and what is real
. . .
16 Thursday Aug 2018
Posted in Poetry, spirituality, Storytelling
Tags
age, blessings, days between, dreams, home, life, love, moments, muse, seasons, story, time, writing
he thought i was an angel
the evidence of grace –
an evermore he daring
dreamed –
with ink to score
the page
he warned
of time and certain tears –
I pretended not to know
of days beyond the reach of us
a place too far
to go
he pressed to me
and I to him –
in curs’ed rite
of storied bliss
recalled another coming home
with vows of tenderness
. . .
25 Monday Jul 2016
Posted in a time for telling, Poetry
was yesterday
I wrote of us
in swirls of purple ink
joined my name
more than once with yours
tethered hooks
to tame my lines
with hearts of indigo
vines a shade of violet
still I love
silver streams
between and just
circled with my soul –
evermore arrived
and all I knew
was destiny
a truth unknown
a path
from then returned
cursive touching
hands beneath
the page
. . .
29 Friday Jan 2016
how is it
we’ve returned again
to know the path behind
seeing for the first
another way
reminders of an evermore
we swore to keep beside
where was I
and where for you
I weep
lullabies
I sing alone
whene’er I hear your name
or read of lines
already
I’ve betrayed
the lesson
for the one more kiss
one more lifetime
yet
beyond the breath
wherein the dawn
is laid
. . .
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