sun tired of gray skies hides within the gold of trees life in perspective red and brown trace blood and land bareness minds our age to death Copyright © 2013 Shainbird. All rights reserved. Advertisements
From dawn to dusk And rose bloom’s end, Gift bestowed, goodness Owed, a God-send. A truce of trust, In now for ever, Ends darkened hope, Awaited endeavor. A loud thud by lost Soul and vagabond, True hearts and minds, Near … Continue reading
Summer winds tickle leaves Of trees growing beside, A dead tree doesn’t laugh Whose limbs are petrified. Sullen and without sway, Barely a shade to provide, Yet it looms high above Beyond personas belied. Arms outstretched, reaching Like memoirs verified. … Continue reading
Note: Sahm and the The Daily Post have coinciding prompts: Dreams. Sahm has challenged us to write it in ballad form. Check out Sahm’s craft in his great ballad that got me reflecting. Low the sky, I see north and south, … Continue reading
Footprints, existing proof of passes, trespasses in life aspired, death transpiring fossils. Copyright © 2013 Shainbird. All rights reserved.
The last straw is seen Floating upon waters Three inches above your head. The last straw is found In the shoveling of dirt When reason is dead. The last straw is declared When all is never done But all is … Continue reading
Would you visit me at my deathbed? Oh cast not shadows upon a place of love. Would you remind me of tears once shed? I know not of such times you speak of. Would you hold my hand up to … Continue reading