Posted by Brad Osborne on May 2, 2023 · 14 Comments
If amidst the dry and sandy sea,
They could sit right across from me,
Would we still kill one another,
Or would we have seen a brother.
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with brotherhood, conflict, desert, finding peace, human nature, humanity, mankind, poem, Poetry, sand, strict form poetry, strife, tears, unity, war
Posted by Brad Osborne on June 23, 2022 · 20 Comments
If amidst the dry and sandy sea,
They could sit right across from me,
Would we still kill one another,
Or would we have seen a brother.
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with brotherhood, conflict, desert, finding peace, human nature, humanity, mankind, poem, Poetry, sand, strict form poetry, strife, tears, unity, war
Posted by Brad Osborne on September 1, 2021 · 11 Comments
Without recourse you arid blow
Across cracked and barren brown lands
Hot leathered coils what you bestow
These callused, sun burnt cowboy hands
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with cowboy, desert, hard road, life, lonliness, on the range, poem, Poetry, saddle, strict form poetry, sun, warm, west, wind
Posted by Brad Osborne on January 14, 2020 · 12 Comments
You are my vampent desert,
My scorched, dry earth,
Your love as shifting as the sands,
The pervasive grit that scratches with your words,
Creeps into every opening of my soul.
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with desert, desolate, expansive, fear, free form poetry, life, love, nomadic, poem, Poetry, relationships, sand, scorched, the unknown, unforgiving
Posted by Brad Osborne on December 31, 2019 · 17 Comments
If amidst the dry and sandy sea,
They could sit right across from me,
Would we still kill one another,
Or would we have seen a brother.
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with brotherhood, conflict, desert, finding peace, human nature, humanity, mankind, poem, Poetry, sand, strict form poetry, strife, tears, unity, war
Posted by Brad Osborne on September 17, 2019 · 11 Comments
Without recourse you arid blow
Across cracked and barren brown lands
Hot leathered coils what you bestow
These callused, sun burnt cowboy hands
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with cowboy, desert, hard road, life, lonliness, on the range, poem, Poetry, saddle, strict form poetry, sun, warm, west, wind
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