Panorama misplaced horizon, false futures to chase. my love’s truths perish in corrupted dreams. unencumbered cult-lust throbs lacking grace. her ghosts divine depths of free-flowing
Tag: Sam Barbee
Region of the Black Rose By Sam Barbee
Region of the Black Rose Bodmin Moor − Cornwall My love, I must answer daybreak’s bleak chime, rise to defeat the rising clang’s rhymes of
Elegy for Mother Nature By Sam Barbee
Elegy for Mother Nature I wait with a windchime, idle in wind: Tentacles hanging, each lifeline tangled As they shimmer, glimmer floating empty –
Two Poems By Sam Barbee
Soliloquy of Cemetery Trees Only when a grave fails to respond is a person truly dead. Gloomy contentions, pass on like whispering ancestors did,