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It’s a Spring Fling

It’s a Spring Fling
Crisp air grazes our skin in hopeful fun.
The soft breeze tickles senses playfully.
Tangled tendrils come cautiously undone.
Rose petals scattered so beautifully.
One nights embrace in flowers colored bright.
Fosters feelings fleeting and in disguise.
Passions, sparks dot the sky in flashing light.
Shared kisses, delight till sunrise.
Springtimes lust and love, a sudden suprise.
Lost in moments treasured for years to come.
Through life’s tribulations, spring love is wise.
For it is kin to the beat of a drum.
It lives on like that of a dreamy wish.
It’s spring fling, reel it in like a hooked fish.
Copyright Corbie Sinclair 2011

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A Lark lost in song
Soft whispers dance along.
And this is where the horses belong.

Crowds cheering.
Friend and foe appearing.
A loss fearing.

Racing towards the finish line.
Big Red could have taken his time.
But he looked so fine.

Lengths and strides ahead.
No one could have raced in his stead.
And leave the rest feeling dread.

No gap to close, he’s long gone.
The rest were just a pawn.
As he passes the finish line with a yawn.

A champion of all.
His feat not small.
And the rest is for history to recall.

Copyright Corbie Sinclair 2011

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This poem is dedicated to the great race horse Secretariat.

Celebrating World Poetry Day

There are many talented poets around the world. Some of mine are Maya Angelou, Rudyard Kipling and Ralph Waldo Emerson. Instead of choosing from these wonderful poets, I wanted to spotlight a poem that my mom Kira Stann wrote. Here is the link to her page:


Children stare in wonder

at plastic parodies

Peeling paint and creaking poles

all that is left to see

I close my eyes and remember

when hooves were leaf of gold

Lilting rifts of music

herald enchanted notes

Silver moon cascades

iridescent light below

Soft laughter caresses

the dancing evening breeze

Another turn around

a sweep of breathless view

Surrounded by ethereal magic

a shroud of gossamer fate

My steed of silky mane and tail

thunders on to win his race

His soulful eyes glint joyfully

head tossed in proud disdain

Oh to go back

to magic’s wild embrace

Desperate pleas foretold

and age-old whims arise

Illusive golden rings

held in rusted metal claws

Creaking wooden slats

are all that’s left of us
Copyright Kira Stann 2010

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Differences separate us.
How we run a country.
What kinds of meals we eat.
Our religious beliefs.
Our skin color, hair color, eye color.
Our demeanor’s.
Our morals.
Our languages.
Our family structures.
The way we raise our young.
The way we laugh or smile.
So many differences…..
But when the winds howl.
When the earth groans and opens up.
When a surge of water comes barreling forward.
When houses are swallowed and spit out.
Humanity rises from it’s slumber and reaches out a hand.
A touch of kindness forgets differences.
Thoughtfulness lightens heavy burdens.
Unity makes us stronger.

Copyright Corbie Sinclair 2011

The natural disaster in Japan has devastated the country. It is always a beautiful sight to see everyone from all over the world come together and help a country in need. My thoughts and prayers will continue to be with Japan as they rebuild and restore their country.
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Tiger Eye

Tiger Eye
Look into my golden eyes, what do you see?
Tall grasses swaying, dancing in the breeze.
Crystal water cascading down weathered rocks.
Prey peering into the woods, seeking, searching for danger.
As I hungrily stalk them down.
The hunt, a vicious game between predator and prey.
A battle everyday.
Do you hear that?
Swish, swish as the wind brushes gently against the bamboo.
The soft padded steps of my love coming closer.
A rumbled greeting that beckons her to me.
A night of passion leads to little ones to come.
We part ways until next year.
Well at least that’s what she thinks, as I’m always watching.
Do you smell that wondrous smell?
Sweet grass calling to herbivores in every direction.
Crisp air refreshing to my nose.
Flowering plants tickle the senses as the suns rays reveal them basking in it’s glow.
That was yesterday….
Now look into my clouded eyes, what do you see?
Burned skeletons of trees that once stood.
Still shadows litter the ground.
We become the prey as I herd my love and the cubs to safety.
Red runs down fur, orange upon black stripes.
Do you smell the putrid stink?
Death and decay drench the nose, as unwanted carcasses are fading away.
A metalic scent layers the back of throats.
As stomachs twist and turn.
Do you hear what I heard?
The song of fear escalting into a symphony.
As terror echos in the air.
Cries trail away from the scene.
Now I lie underfoot on a gleaming hardwood floor.

Copyright Corbie Sinclair 2011

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Tears fall gently down/never ever forgotten/cherished memories

Copyright Corbie Sinclair 2011

Pieces of You, Pieces of Me

Pieces of You, Pieces of Me

Falling down around us, colors vastly different.
Similar, unusual cardboard representations scattered about.
One is the color of treated grass, a football in the center.
Another is of a magnificent creature, hooves eating up dirt as it passes by.
A jester, comic of the time, in its decorative outfit masks a piece.
Notes drifting in space their musicality captured in a moment of time.
A lion roars out at me, its fierceness is deafening, loyalty coined by a cat.
Love drips into a puddle, newly forming into a single Red Rose bud.
Lovers embrace, caring souls reaching out and comforting those beyond the portrait.
A timeline races past, marking memories and future happiness.
Mammoth sized trees, ancients of age, urge for growth from the hovering small bush that is us.
A strand of lightning in a darkened sky beckons excitement of rain, and new beginnings.
Frantic leaves swirl round and round, captured in the palm of a hand, nestled safely away from the wind.
Forgiveness embodied by entwined figures dancing their dance of love.
A crumb decorates a lonely plate, a single dollar bill folded into fours, tucked unknowing to an onlooker, in a pocket.
A single sapling highlighted by a ray of light, a significant sign of hope.
Love struck, glittering eyes glance furtively to each other, a promise of forever hidden like a jewel inside.
Each piece unique yet quintessential to the picture, each piece spread haphazardly along the table.
Playing a waiting game with us, reaching out to you, reaching out to me.
The fateful trail leading us to an adventure of a lifetime.
Each piece of discovery is bringing us closer to the truth.
The truth, we belong together.
The day we meet, the pieces fall into place, two different souls connected.
Like that of our individual puzzle pieces.

Copyright Corbie Sinclair 2011

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Word Art

Word Art
The page is a blank canvas, no thoughts have occurred.
Silence threatens to break me.
So quiet not even a breeze can be heard.
Tranquility sets in as I breathe in and out.
My wordless thoughts linger, looming overhead.
I feel it, my soul forming, shifting into words.
They slip, spill forth, blackening the once ivory backdrop.
Timeless language pours forward, leaving
stories and experiences in its wake.
All that is needed is courage.
Courage to live through words.
Copyright Corbie Sinclair 2010

All italicized words are from my own formed word group: Pour, courage, page, slipping, timeless, linger, silence, and breeze.

Another resource book gave me an idea. It told me to form my own word group and write a poem using them. The examples given were four words long. Mine on the other hand is eight and variations of the words. It was a way to get the creative juices going again. Hope you all enjoy it and please visit One Stop Poetry for One Shot Wednesday. They have a new home with word press at :

Imagination Meeting the Future

Imagination meets the Future

Surging across a turquoise canvas, colossal yet elegant forms grace the sky with their presence.
Fire and smoke seep around the sharp fangs of the dragons.

Hot ruby liquid tumbles down a grumbling mountain side.
Ashes rain down on the unsuspecting, hardy creatures of the Cretaceous as they scramble frantically.

Glimmering in the morning light, she searches
Seeking the blossoms for her satchel that contains trinkets.
Treasures containing glimpses of past recollections, heart aches and tears of joy.
She flutters away, tiny form quickly vanishing into an unrelenting sky.

Dancing upon the wind, he nickers softly.
His acrobatic show ends in a headlong dive.
He skids to a halt just before her.
She gently runs her hands along his velvet nose and then leans against his shoulder.
He envelopes her with loving down pinioned wings, blowing tenderly into her hair.

Metal clashes, echoing boldly in the fortress.
Clad in silver from head to toe he struts out to fetch his fair maiden taken from him.

Locked up in an unfamiliar place, choked of oxygen, higher up than ever.
She sighs in contempt, throwing piercing glances at her captor standing outside the door.

Confronting the hideous one – eyed monster, snarling and spitting, he stands tall.
Striking out fervently, he strikes the vital heart.
The creature screams into the night.
It falls with a thump in it’s own sludge, it’s minions scrabbling to escape their masters fate.
The Knight climbs the marble staircase to his beloved.

Watching the gruesome scene below, she scans the field looking for him.
A soft rap at the door and she throws it open.
They embrace passionately, reacquainting themselves.

He packs up his Knights, Dinosaurs and Dragons, safely tucking them away for treasured memories sake.
Dressed for a future, he looks one last time.

She glances back at her hutch filled with Faeries and Pegasus fear drifting away.
Fond memories flood back she tucks them away for the right moment to retrieve them.
She closes her door and leans back, quieting the fluttering butterflies roaming her belly.
She glides down the stairs in her ivory dress, tucking her memories safely away, making room for new ones.

Moments later their eyes meet in mirrored adoration.
She sees pixie dust, a silvered mane, a Knight in shining armor.
He sees spumes of Dragon fire, a gargantuan ancient creature, his lifelong Queen.
Joined forever as one,
imagination meeting the future.

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Sitting ever so quiet, in a yellowed plastic sanctuary, laced with hearts and music notes, the clown looking starry-eyed backdrop in a blackened night, accusingly peers through the container at the passerby.
He twitches and a melodious voice singing “It’s a Small World” bellows forth, his costume smooth as a polished gem, smiling unconditionally at spectators, once a part of a variant collection, now officially alone a country away.
Memories of a small town, proud Nana, rapid falls, family visits and in the palm of his hands, everlasting love.
Copyright Corbie Sinclair 2011

Another workshop piece, a prose poem bringing to life and object. This piece is for One Shot Wednesday.

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