Someday through a silvery moonglow a voice will open a howl will scatter the stars, a shriek not entirely human will split the wavering spool of light..
the funeral hymn faint on air lightened by the absence of birdsong final. in its passing..
As scent of freezia in the winter gloom Recalls the look of flowers long since dead, Bruised hearts ...
Having glazed the sand and driftwood, The water slips away and breezes whisper To the foam on langui...
It is midsummer now When even the greens turn Hot Shiny shimmery intense green Cornfield Passing war...
boy, boy, don\u27t start so— don\u27t listen in your sleep. . . it\u27s only the wind the wind runni...
When Nature had doused her solar lamp to retire from deary day and her candlestick Moon but a fading...
April, Its spent blossoms Blown in drifts on the lawn, Lifts its many promised fingers To May..
Poet's Byline: Sallie M. BryanFirst Line of Poem: " Sweet Lily Bell, come near me now
Poet's Byline: Sallie M. BryanFirst Line of Poem: " Sweet Lily Bell, come near me now
Just now, it was deeply dark still, and there would be no visible ball of sun for a few weeks yet. B...
The dry day dies as many have before, In the steel-gray death of a bloodless sun; Mortician night sh...
The waters form a roaring cataract, Their vapor soon to rise in calm ascent, And birds which ever se...
The vanity of the trees leaning over the rivers adjusting and readjusting their coiffures. The solem...
Frustration born in blood stained sheets drip drip drip and then again like Burke as we look for gar...
On a gray plain of frigid waste clings a twisted bush stung by tiny shards of sterile ice Bitter win...
the funeral hymn faint on air lightened by the absence of birdsong final. in its passing..
As scent of freezia in the winter gloom Recalls the look of flowers long since dead, Bruised hearts ...
Having glazed the sand and driftwood, The water slips away and breezes whisper To the foam on langui...
It is midsummer now When even the greens turn Hot Shiny shimmery intense green Cornfield Passing war...
boy, boy, don\u27t start so— don\u27t listen in your sleep. . . it\u27s only the wind the wind runni...
When Nature had doused her solar lamp to retire from deary day and her candlestick Moon but a fading...
April, Its spent blossoms Blown in drifts on the lawn, Lifts its many promised fingers To May..
Poet's Byline: Sallie M. BryanFirst Line of Poem: " Sweet Lily Bell, come near me now
Poet's Byline: Sallie M. BryanFirst Line of Poem: " Sweet Lily Bell, come near me now
Just now, it was deeply dark still, and there would be no visible ball of sun for a few weeks yet. B...
The dry day dies as many have before, In the steel-gray death of a bloodless sun; Mortician night sh...
The waters form a roaring cataract, Their vapor soon to rise in calm ascent, And birds which ever se...
The vanity of the trees leaning over the rivers adjusting and readjusting their coiffures. The solem...
Frustration born in blood stained sheets drip drip drip and then again like Burke as we look for gar...
On a gray plain of frigid waste clings a twisted bush stung by tiny shards of sterile ice Bitter win...
the funeral hymn faint on air lightened by the absence of birdsong final. in its passing..
As scent of freezia in the winter gloom Recalls the look of flowers long since dead, Bruised hearts ...
Having glazed the sand and driftwood, The water slips away and breezes whisper To the foam on langui...
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