Posted by Brad Osborne on January 16, 2023 · 15 Comments
Memories hang heavy,
Like Spanish moss draped,
Over the gnarled boughs…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on September 29, 2022 · 12 Comments
Speak not of sorrowed seasons,
Untold the many reasons…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on February 16, 2022 · 20 Comments
Memories hang heavy,
Like Spanish moss draped,
Over the gnarled boughs…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on October 14, 2021 · 17 Comments
Speak not of sorrowed seasons,
Untold the many reasons…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on September 18, 2021 · 20 Comments
It’s the little things, like having a dream. Not in the broad sense of some grand hope for your life, but in the literal sense of dreaming while you sleep.
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Posted by Brad Osborne on March 7, 2021 · 10 Comments
Memories hang heavy,
Like Spanish moss draped,
Over the gnarled boughs…
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with bad, bodies, darkness, forgotten, good, honored, hushed, memories, names, past, poem, Poetry, remembered, whispered, wounds
Posted by Brad Osborne on August 6, 2020 · 16 Comments
Speak not of sorrowed seasons,
Untold the many reasons…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on April 30, 2020 · 18 Comments
Our sullied sins, the less known,
An echoed demonic baritone…
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