beauty, eyes survive souls seized in cages of cold released to wither Copyright © 2013 Shainbird. All rights reserved. Note: This is for Georgia’s Pixelventures’ Close up: December 14, 2013. Advertisements
Out in the quiet night Winter ice persists Below sunless skies, hard, White paths go without Trespass, trees prostrate In despair crippled, encased Leaf by leaf in agonizing Love clinging, vapor rises To skies soundless save For bodies of bark … Continue reading
Frost bitten thoughts Numb consciousness, Breath slips into cold, Survival of the fittest In spirit, precipitating Justice and hope new, Yet to take shape, place In forming truth, beauty. Copyright © 2013 Shainbird. All rights reserved.
My bird from life calls to me In chirps of love, one, two, three, Thus I go by morning light, Traveling there in wingless flight To bequeth my days of yore In times and places I adore. One day in … Continue reading
Like spirits joining the stars, Chimney smoke rises white Against the cold, dark sky, Inside, flames lick the log, “Taste like chicken,” I hear Them say, hissing, flapping, Spirits trapped in the gold Blaze take shape and verse, Like cloud … Continue reading
What blooms remain To hold the cold In pure disdain Whose life consumes Past morn and thorn For them from wombs Paired-petaled lips Whisper to blur Harsh truths in sips Bouquet of mirth On air, beware Our tread on Earth … Continue reading
His hands are colder Than ice in winter shadows. Loves me not, nor waits. Why run from me Father Time? Is it because I kill thee? Copyright © 2013 Shainbird. All rights reserved.