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Black and White in Color
At times – tough times, Black and white exists Clearly without bleeding Of color, frivolousness Loses velocity, deep breaths Entomb smiles, hidden Intertwined like branches Of trees seen in starkness, Birthday suits, showing Wear are strong still yet To venture … Continue reading
Dignity – A Tanka
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.
Rorschach Test
We came this way, Splitting trees like hairs, Warping beauty for selves, Our character tested, Lacking in emotion. Copyright © 2013 Shainbird. All rights reserved. NaNoWriMo Day 15: 1487
Posted in Blogging
Tagged Beauty, Black & White Fridays, Character, Emotion, Feelings, Humanity, Nature, Rorschach Test, Trees
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Reading the Leaves
Half full, reflecting, Saturated waters Darkening, selfless Trees succumbing, Dregs of existence. Copyright © 2013 Shainbird. All rights reserved. NaNoWriMo Day 10: 1258
Dead Trees
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
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Death, Life, Living, Petrified, Philosophy, Ponder, Summer, Trees
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Winter Leaves
Note: Bastet of Bastet’s Pixelventures part of Because We’re Poets gave us another picture prompt: “So my dears…let’s look at flowers or plants! So pull out your cell phones or if you’ve got something better you can certainly use it, and let’s take on this risky … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Birds, Flight, Leaves, Pixelventures, Trees, Understanding, Winter
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Of Late, I Think of Oxford
My eyes float away to coordinates unmapped By objects in plain view. Of late, I think Of Oxford and of trees sharing their domain With the sun’s rays, casting patches of gold And umber upon lawns immaculate as I float … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Childhood, Crabapples, Faulkner, Fun, Magnolia, Memories, Mississippi, Oxford, Timeless, Trees
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Dawn
The sound of birds’ First speech, sweet, Uncluttered, announce The dawn. The coming Of the morn is not far, Poised. The sky, raw, Still charms the moon. Nocturnal trees stand Motionless in the depths Of sleep as soft winds Come … Continue reading
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