Tag: Sam Barbee

Alternate Universe – 60th Birthday Party You surprise me again, wait with embrace − I stand, white-capped, highlighted with orange, cruel confection spread atop sundown’s

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

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   I wait with a windchime, idle in wind: Tentacles hanging, each lifeline tangled As they shimmer, glimmer floating empty –

Soliloquy of Cemetery Trees Only when a grave fails to respond is a person truly dead.  Gloomy contentions, pass on like whispering ancestors did,