Posted by Brad Osborne on February 27, 2023 · 9 Comments
…We are but a penciled scrawl,
Life constant in its sharpening…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on September 17, 2022 · 9 Comments
In lovely prose did Kilmer write,
Impressed by an arbored delight,
“I think that I shall never see,
A poem lovely as a tree.”
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Posted by Brad Osborne on April 4, 2022 · 15 Comments
…We are but a penciled scrawl,
Life constant in its sharpening…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on February 20, 2022 · 22 Comments
So, money in hand, I set off to fulfill my long-held dream.
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Posted by Brad Osborne on December 22, 2021 · 12 Comments
We laugh in the face of death, we own forever,
For we have been written down, long penned…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on September 25, 2021 · 18 Comments
In lovely prose did Kilmer write,
Impressed by an arbored delight,
“I think that I shall never see,
A poem lovely as a tree.”
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Posted by Brad Osborne on April 22, 2021 · 13 Comments
…We are but a penciled scrawl,
Life constant in its sharpening…
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with cursive, erase, erasure, graphite, ink, mistakes, No. 2, number two, pen, pencil, permanence, poem, Poetry, scrawl, sharpened
Posted by Brad Osborne on December 20, 2020 · 9 Comments
We laugh in the face of death, we own forever,
For we have been written down, long penned…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on December 5, 2020 · 20 Comments
The canvas we own,
Painted by artisan’s hand,
That cannot be bought or sold…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on September 5, 2020 · 7 Comments
In lovely prose did Kilmer write,
Impressed by an arbored delight,
“I think that I shall never see,
A poem lovely as a tree.”
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with human nature, ink, irony, Kilmer, lovely, nature, old poetry, paper, poem, Poetry, renowned, strict form poetry, success, trees, words
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