Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Not sure there’s many of you around that will remember me… back in 2003 I hung out at the Thought Café, ended up here when it shut down. Back then I was godawful at writing poetry (all telling, no showing, explaining the bejesus out of my point instead of leaving room for the reader). Got so I could...

Would that I could shrug off the year so easily
And sleep...
To wake again in spring
With patchwork hope in place of this tired mud
That pushes through like grass through melting snow.

I want to see, I want to believe
As the Swallow understands
A narrow boat
Might offer passing scraps of food.
But promises slip away
Downstream
Unfulfilled
And leave the water muddied,
So that for a time
Stirred up silt
Clouds
The silver dart of fishes
From my eyes.

You’re drowning And I’m waving—I’m walking away I don’t want to know I don’t wanna go there with you drunk. When the bottle takes you Grabs you Drowns you I wait for sleep To take me, grab me, drown me; I don’t wanna go there with you drunk. And I’m wondering Can there ever be understanding While yo...

Open eyes close
Open minds close
Open doors close

Who’s got the key?