Tag: bard

Chisel in Hand

scraping words off my heart arteries clogged up nothing new seems to enter my mind of late. These old words should remain silent like an old movie reel but once again I succumb wilting like a sunflower ’til nothing is left except decay. So I am left to sculpture an image of sunshine using tricks of the trade using negatives that will…


She had a fascination for the old bard who scribbled words direct from his heart those words she longed to express but could not find with good conscious reason to convey, for they were not necessary in part due to the constant fray she felt would sputter out.

Shattered glass

Like a dried rose shattered glass poetry fills a heart proof old bard exists. For crying no prize is given nor any memory easy to expose. Numbness strikes an old bard like lightening a dried rose.