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Mind wanders into the hollow escapades of the past.
As words stumble, crumble, splattering in figments onto the parchment.
Scattered, scrambling together to form a coherent set of lines.
Freeze paned, lead hovers ready to cross, scratch out.
Pink embraces paper as the words scream out before they vanish, like they never lived.
A sense of calm fills the air as gray slowly dances across the white horizon.
Words speak as they come alive, past erased but not forgotten.
Lessons learned, rewrite complete.

Willow

Willow

One
lonely
tree swaying
flowing, creaking
groaning with every
strong brush of wind and rain.
Evermore enduring the
test of strength and skills that Mother
Nature throws like the howling winds.
Yet the tree still stands strong as ever,
never giving into pressure.
Standing tall, strong and graceful,
living life all the while
with dignity,hope
and cherishing,
forever
willows
life.

Copyright Corbie Sinclair 2012

Xenophobia

Xenophobia

Crushed by uncertainty, wavering ever so slightly, darkness seeps into goosebumped pores.
Tales woven through spectacular graphics moving across a screen,
lead to ones fearful soul shutting down.
Drowning in visions of creatures, imaginations could only conjure,
sucking at the air of compressing these thoughts that haunt us for
infinite amounts of time.
World end fanatics dance in the rhythm of the mind, while natural disasters flash, rumble and rip apart the future.
Time stopping, starting again, unknown futures cascade like raindrops on a rock.
Getting a grip, sustaining fearlessness with known certainties, one fights back overwhelming emotions.
Growing in the basking sun, futures of light flourish.
So fear not the unknown, for it may be the light you will run into.

Copyright Corbie Sinclair 2012

Lovely Heart

Lovely Heart

Gaining strength from a happy soul,
the lovely heart is extolled.
Burdened by life’s circumstances,
the lovely heart takes its chances.
Battle swords drawn by the brain,
the lovely heart tears up with pain.
Betrayed by so called friends,
the lovely heart makes amends.
Loving every earthly thing,
the lovely hearts strings sing.
Music wafting through the air,
the lovely heart dances without a care.
Searching for its match,
the lovely heart doesn’t just attach.
It looks for the perfect one
the lovely heart takes no action.
Patiently awaiting forever more,
the lovely heart waits for its amour.
Until the day they shall meet again,
the lovely heart will remain.

Copyright Corbie Sinclair 2012

The Stilled Girl

The Stilled Girl

A single drop of peach splashes and forms.
An elegant arrangement trapped on canvas,
a pose of grace captured in the lift of her hand.
Pointed toes searching for destination, as fine hairs dance across the fabric.
A tightly wound bun is in alignment with the perfection of her face.
Unblemished, masked behind rosy red lips and blushed cheeks.
The tuft of material, effortless placed, pink surrounds her middle, caught in a swaying motion.
A pallet of colors obediently stay at attention, as the background forms.
Mirrors create a multitude of similar scenes, as a golden bar flashes in the early sun.
Sweat beads and threatens to erase, as a fine handkerchief comes to aid.
A flick of the wrist adds vibrancy to the scene, where only the strong colors continue their dance.
A steady hand forms the masterpiece of perfection,as it drifts along the the weaved story.
Almost to the end, he gazes at the girl.
With a swipe he adds texture, the finale to the performance.
In the corner a tattoo of his name, a remembrance.
So, many years later, a stranger can watch the performance of a lifetime.

Copyright Corbie Sinclair 2012

Iced Heart

Iced Heart

Water streams to the ground, unevenly.
As icicles drip from the gentle warming of her heart.
Where once it was cold and beat for none.
Now it awakens from a deep slumber.
As stirring emotions shake it awake.
A simple touch was all that was needed.
To break a spell that she had thought impossible.
She was told of what was to happen,
but brushed it away like a nuisance.
A still picture of pure beauty,
her wavy, flowing mane caught in movement.
A simple smile, hides behind ice as she appears blissful.
A single Rose as red as a candy apple is graceful held in her small hands.
He touches her face softly, afraid that touching would break her.
His memories of brushing touches, smiles and shared laughter, ring through his head.
He steps away slowly as tears fill his eyes.
Just as he turns away he hears it.
Drip,drip,drip,drip.
Not knowing what to say he watches in amazement as the ice melts away.
First the numbness disappears from her legs and slowly creeps up the rest of her body.
Until at last she’s just a wet mess.
She tests out her shaky legs and looks at him.
He does not waste a moment and sweeps her up in his enveloping way.
She weeps into his shoulder “I should have listened, followed my heart to you”.
He whispered softly “All that matters is that you found your way back”.
In that moment, their love pronounced right and true, they promise to never part.
Her heart, which once was frozen, was thawed by her love for him.
He carries her away to freedom as the sun fades below the horizon.

Copyright Corbie Sinclair 2012

New Poems up on Helium

To all who follow my blog, due to Helium restrictions in am not allowed to post my poems on my blog here but I can provide the links to Helium where they can be read. I have recently added two poems, Country Beat and Wedding Day and the links are as follows :

Country Beat : http://www.helium.com/items/2232919-poetry-country-music

Wedding Day :
http://www.helium.com/items/2231573-poetry-weddings

As always thank you to everyone who supports me!

~Corbie Sinclair

Another Year

Another Year

A whirlwind journey,
never can escape trials,
but always believe.

Copyright Corbie Sinclair 2011

Goodbye

Goodbye
Near or far, they will never fail you.
Many come and many will go.
Kindred spirits heart and soul.
Words comfort and shake us.
Poets dear to us.
Have journeys full.
Well wishes,
to you,
friends.

Copyright Corbie Sinclair 2011

A tribute to those who have told us that their Journey has only begun. You all have done such a fantastic job every week. All of your hard work has been most appreciated. It will be different without you at One Stop, then again you always will be there. Your poetic imprint will never leave the site, which I and others are grateful for. I wish you all the best. This is my One Shot Wednesday poem for this week, after all I had to say farewell somehow. Please visit other fantastic works at http://www.onestoppoetry.com.

Music

Music

When cesspools of anger blister at your center and pits of sorrow threaten to engulf your being.
When indifference climbs within and excitement shakes you from head to toe.
What is there to soothe your restless soul?
Drifting upon the air, waves of rhythm and melody enter your ears.
Warm your heart, dry the cesspits that bubble deep.
Bathe your overheated engine in the gentle cascading of notes.
When sorrow darkens the brightest of days, let calming voices fill your heart with a rush of joy.
When indifference claims the day,
live and breathe in the artistry of the music industry.
When enthusiasm writhes and wishes to escape, let it out and share with the world your music.
Feel the beat, moving freely with passion just as if no one was watching.
Like a Nightingale, sing with your beautifully unique voice, as if no one else is listening.
Live life through the eyes of music, if only just for a moment.

Copyright Corbie Sinclair 2011

This is my One Shot Wednesday poem for this week. Its a free verse poem that i chose to do this week based upon my love of music. Please join me in reading and commenting on other wonderfully artistic poets at, http://www.onestoppoetry.com. Happy anniversary One Stop Poetry. I am so fortunate to be able to celebrate with you all on this day. Thank you Leslie, Pete, Brian, Adam, Jessica, Claudia, Gay and Chris for all that you have done through the year. I have learned so much and had a great time with you all. It is with your love and dedication that One Stop is what it is today. Thank you very much.

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