Posted by Brad Osborne on January 7, 2023 · 6 Comments
Five rounded rocks stacked neatly
In sparse random parking lot
Posted by Brad Osborne on November 28, 2022 · 11 Comments
Memories of you cling to me like rain on a window,
Muddied by the dust of days in a purity lost…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on June 25, 2022 · 8 Comments
We shared a puits d’amour,
In the café on rue Bonaparte,
Parisian nights the gallery,
And pastry the delicious art…
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with City of Love, duty, heart, life, love, night, one, Paris, passion, pastry, remembered, reminder, Rue, soldier, time
Posted by Brad Osborne on February 6, 2022 · 16 Comments
Five rounded rocks stacked neatly
In sparse random parking lot
Posted by Brad Osborne on December 18, 2021 · 17 Comments
Memories of you cling to me like rain on a window,
Muddied by the dust of days in a purity lost…
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with life, memories, pain, permanent, poem, Poetry, purpose, reminder, scars, stain, stained, strict form poetry, tattoo, unwelcome, vows
Posted by Brad Osborne on February 17, 2021 · 12 Comments
We shared a puits d’amour,
In the café on rue Bonaparte,
Parisian nights the gallery,
And pastry the delicious art…
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with City of Love, duty, heart, life, love, night, one, Paris, passion, pastry, remembered, reminder, Rue, soldier, time
Posted by Brad Osborne on December 12, 2020 · 9 Comments
Memories of you cling to me like rain on a window,
Muddied by the dust of days in a purity lost…
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with life, memories, pain, permanent, poem, Poetry, purpose, reminder, scars, stain, stained, strict form poetry, tattoo, unwelcome, vows
Posted by Brad Osborne on January 19, 2020 · 9 Comments
How hard would we laugh,
Salted smiles from glass rim,
You would still be just her,
And I would still be just him.
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with charms, distance, fears, indelible, love, memories, poem, Poetry, relationships, reminder, safety, sex, staying the same, strict form poetry, the past
Posted by Brad Osborne on October 5, 2019 · 3 Comments
Five rounded rocks stacked neatly
In sparse random parking lot
commonsensiblyspeaking 