Tanner Brockwell : Writing

i'd nigh shun

i\'d nigh shun

A Poem by Tanner Brockwell


i’d nigh shun the half poured glass and click poof smolder in the wave of blue flames kissed forms unleashed and blend into the cloudy sta..
petals as they lay

petals as they lay

A Poem by Tanner Brockwell


petals as they lay the dried once tender muted now though once they shone are crisp and delicate the tracing of ridges minuscule but there there..
submerged beneath the waves

submerged beneath the waves

A Poem by Tanner Brockwell


submerged beneath the waves ah current au courant ever to reemerge sweated wrung breathless uncontainable as stuttering explode the sensory expe..
mirrors of the soul

mirrors of the soul

A Poem by Tanner Brockwell


mirrors of the soul the windows meet that dew drops sweet of intent far from long days for sunsets tinged with purple a knob knurled the tree ..
rose marie rose

rose marie rose

A Poem by Tanner Brockwell


rose marie rose for the day for the dusk for the endless hush and darkness folds with specks of light and into the dim there is a blush that sce..
i remember the first time

i remember the first time

A Poem by Tanner Brockwell


i remember the first time you played for me your hands danced as though upon that tiny stage melodious and mighty the phrasing sings wordless to..
ruby lips drawn with a thin pen

ruby lips drawn with a thin pen

A Poem by Tanner Brockwell


ruby lips drawn with a thin pen and pursed they evoke the timid spirits that conjured in like garden grew between the brook and view of the once ..
there is a pulse in the room

there is a pulse in the room

A Poem by Tanner Brockwell


there is a pulse in the room inbetwixt the strains weaving a new refrain spooky shades cannot hide the eyes music is not why it travels a weft ..
remember when the fresh sea air

remember when the fresh sea air

A Poem by Tanner Brockwell


remember when the fresh sea air traipsed up and down the beach like a drunken dancer groovin but movin a time with time in time that bump and rus..
dark wing

dark wing

A Poem by Tanner Brockwell


dark wing of midnights cloaked and sung as crystal eyes liltting to the sudden rise where fingers wrap and pull the moon to morn she sleeps and..

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