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
Half full, reflecting, Saturated waters Darkening, selfless Trees succumbing, Dregs of existence. Copyright © 2013 Shainbird. All rights reserved. NaNoWriMo Day 10: 1258
devoid of matter suspended beyond access our mendacity Copyright © 2013 Shainbird. All rights reserved.
In variations, life is continued. One’s trash is another’s pleasure imbued, A head clearing, generating windmills, Pies to elbows to books on windowsills, Changing times and generations renewed. Eternally our speech and hands are cued To the soundtrack of the … Continue reading
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Tagged Bugs, Cat, Changes, Life, Man, Mind, Rondeau, Seasons, Thoughts, Trash, Treasure, Windmills
My heart is not my own, From you, it is on loan. If love be lost to you, I’d, too, be also blue. My mind is not my own, From you, it is on loan. If sense is less than … Continue reading
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
Delicate paths paved By tears sloping, Passions climbing Thoughts conceived For the ever-elusive contentment in living. Copyright © 2013 Shainbird. All rights reserved.