BlogHide Resteemsshamanscircle (25)in poetry • 8 years agoCome Sit With Us On The Comfy Chair.Bleached bones of dying trees dance towards waters edge, Swaying gently on the wind, their motion mimics his own. Dropping noise, hurry and chaos, the city falls away From him like leaves in a…shamanscircle (25)in poetry • 8 years agoBirth of a Wild WomanBirth of a Wild Woman By Bruce Cunningham It took more than the sunrise to awaken this Wild Woman from her sleep. Stars both rose, and fell from the sky that day. They do now everyday. The…
