Moon, full, I stare As clouds cascade By without care. Above me they hover Moon piercing through, Futile, their cover. Sheet after sheet At an alarming rate, Your glow, I wish to eat. Our gaze fixed, We move together As … Continue reading
By moon and smell of chimney smoke, I walk the earth with hollow heart. I swear my love for you bespoke, By moon and smell of chimney smoke, The truth shall life itself invoke As death of man and bees … Continue reading
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
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Tagged August, Clare de Lune, Claude Debussy, Essence, Grace, Hearts, Kiss, Love, Memories, Moon, Sorrow
Waves dance close against The edges of structures To the rhythm of chirping Cicadas, bending light, Sending patience packing, Leaving drops to streak Down steamed bodies In three-digit heat. Incognito eyes watching As the sun grins knowing She’s the most … Continue reading
Note: Papi at Because We’re Poets gave us Poetry Prompt #8: to write free verse about idle hands. Typing away, Lefty’s got a-s-d-f While Right hovers over j-k-l-; Taking dictation for muses, but Not always my beloved wonks – Twirling … Continue reading
The old moon hung high above the autumn day, As a new jet passed regardlessly on its way, And my body, borrowed from the Almighty, Runs beneath the blue, open sky. Copyright © 2013 Shainbird. All rights reserved.