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Tag Archives: Hearts
Not like a thunderstorm Is the sound of freedom ringing, But as quiet and as original As blood flowing through veins To and from hearts. But just like a thunderstorm Is the sight of freedom ringing, Flickering and waking a … Continue reading
impressionism blurring harsh reality clouds crouching near hearts Copyright © 2014 Shainbird. All rights reserved. Note: This is for Sahm’s We Drink Inspiration – Poetry Prompt #009: A Photo’s Worth.
In patience, awaiting the last Of luck to make complete the potluck, Beauty’s eventual evolution, a rose Growing inside a well, to spring, bloom In sun, a long way coming, a long way In patience. A wishing well, a well-wisher … Continue reading
sun with rain pass time wind whistles through apertures turbines stand rusted Copyright © 2013 Shainbird. All rights reserved.
A late August evening – a still night Save for the orbiting of bugs to light. Leaps from busy minds to still hearts In memories of where love starts. Distance can grow without a stride Through sorrow held deep … Continue reading
existence echoes with the sound of peeling paint in the void of hearts Copyright © 2013 Shainbird. All rights reserved. Note: Sahm at Because We’re Poets has given us Monday Poetry Prompt #17: The Words Within the Picture to write a … Continue reading
Doors locked, hinged opening, closing, permitting essential, private, rhythmic, surpassable concealing, swaying, accepting accessible, solicitous Hearts Copyright © 2013 Shainbird. All rights reserved. Note: This is for Bastet’s Pixelventures: Doors and Passages.
in this tired, old world, light rests in the western sky and in beating hearts Copyright © 2013 Shainbird. All rights reserved.
Slowly, Gently The wind billows round, waltzing with tree branches, Tickling chimes, riding pinwheels, whispering in our ears. Turning, Inhaling, Then in a flash, rhythms separate, our hearts race past us picking Up their pace as they turn and realize … Continue reading