day7

"Chances by Winter Shaw"

Truth lies within

the boundaries of I

the wall I build

the bridge I break

fulfills my heart

with each of my aches

sorry I'm not

regret I don't fake

each choice I'm given

is the chance

only i can take.

have fun

*winter

day6

"Natural Beauty by Winter Shaw"

Random beauty fulfills my heart's inner most desires

it seeps in unbeknownst to my unfocused mind

encasing all thoughts in a shroud of lead

it's essence circulating through sturdy veins

pulsing with electric sensations of openness

life and experience

sight and scent

to me recall models of look before ambition or stance

touch and taste bring to light

the sensual nature confined purely by the flesh

intertwined as one collected force

it's power consumes all stimulation

an impression cemented to memory

that never gathers dust

it's always revisited

at a stir of that familiar sweet scent

of all that is beauty youth and age

a fragrance bold with passion

so great few possess

such beauty

this natural of state.

Have fun

*winter

day5

"I must have missed by Winter Shaw"

A faulty connection

a salty correction

blood to water

water to wine

whine to bitch

bitch directly to ditch

up and gone

stand on strong

move along.

have fun

*winter

day4

"Breath it in by Winter Shaw"

I amaze myself

with each pulled in breath

this simple task

of bringing in something

not a part of me

that has the power

of completing me

day3

"In the cards by Winter Shaw"

If I give all that is me and receive nothing in exchange

what is left for my heart to hold

....i fold

I choose now to stand

with these undefined suites and broken chains

with clear expression, able mind and steady hand at times

to toss all that there is on one side

grip a hold and play the game

I do not understand.

have fun

*winter

day2

"The art of Invention by Winter Shaw"

An artistic world of make believe envelops my sights and drowns my soul,

colors and shapes spill from emptiness to fill this destination,

creation of ones heart, organized by emotional sway,

tick tick tick that old clock

clacks it's boredom out loud,

audible it's tedium,

An energetic play spins past the stage,

whirling and gathering momentum.

A dust collective

accumulating into a cloud of new invention.

Have fun

*winter

Day1

Week of prose

A Sew Thrifty Collection of prose and photos by Winter Shaw

"Thorns by Winter Shaw"

The thorn on a rose

sharp as the

twist of a prose

the tingle of toes

from a kiss of

someone who knows.

Have fun

*winter