Posted by Brad Osborne on January 2, 2023 · 10 Comments
I must purge,
Throw off the negative,
In a shuffling of the mind…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on October 21, 2022 · 7 Comments
~~~ Spillwords.com presents: The Thirteen Days of Halloween – Dark Gold, poem by Brad Osborne ~~~ Please visit and read my latest poetry on Spillwords.com. A dark and foreboding piece selected as a featured poem for their “13 Days of Halloween” series. As always, I appreciate you taking the time to read and don’t forget … Continue reading →
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Posted by Brad Osborne on October 5, 2022 · 13 Comments
The far-off tolling of a bell,
Breaks the silence where quiet dwells…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on January 29, 2022 · 14 Comments
I must purge,
Throw off the negative,
In a shuffling of the mind…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on October 21, 2021 · 22 Comments
The far-off tolling of a bell,
Breaks the silence where quiet dwells…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on February 8, 2021 · 14 Comments
I must purge,
Throw off the negative,
In a shuffling of the mind…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on September 17, 2020 · 22 Comments
The far-off tolling of a bell,
Breaks the silence where quiet dwells…
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with burial, dead, death, fears, graveyard, grief, headstones, interred, life, living, loss, poem, Poetry, strict form poetry, tears
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