Posted by Brad Osborne on July 19, 2021 · 15 Comments
Is it cloud that falls so gently
When mountain top is kissed
Or does it rise from the valley
This cold and haunting mist
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Posted by Brad Osborne on June 17, 2021 · 25 Comments
Or lilting words from thoughts unkept,
That speak my name with loving breath…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on October 31, 2020 · 16 Comments
Spillwords.com presents: Spillwords Halloween – An Unholy Rite, poem by Brad Osborne
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Posted by Brad Osborne on June 14, 2020 · 15 Comments
If I were to lose my eyes,
And darkness take my light…
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with devotion, hearing, life, loss, love, poem, Poetry, senses, sight, smell, strict form poetry, taste, touch, unchanging, unknown
Posted by Brad Osborne on June 13, 2020 · 12 Comments
I thought I had a handle on things,
But what little did I really know…
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with change, connection, distance, fear, future, humanity, life, new normal, pandemic, poem, Poetry, proximity, society, strict form poetry, unknown
Posted by Brad Osborne on December 19, 2019 · 20 Comments
We thought our childhood unique,
A dysfunction so truly rare,
Taught to listen not to speak,
The secrets we cannot share.
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Posted by Brad Osborne on September 11, 2019 · 8 Comments
Is it cloud that falls so gently
When mountain top is kissed
Or does it rise from the valley
This cold and haunting mist
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with choices, choosing your path, destiny, fate, fear, fog, lessons learned, life, mist, perception, poem, Poetry, strict form poetry, unknown
Posted by Brad Osborne on June 1, 2019 · 2 Comments
I dream of you both night and day,
I long to see your face;
For where your features ought to be –
A question mark’s in its place.
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with alone, anticipation, desire, dreams, heart, hidden, hope, love, Poetry, tears, unknown, verse, want, wishing
