Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Spring is here
spring has sprung
Such beauty erupts
from winter's dung

Loved this LR. I always told my kids to never expect anyone to be more charitable than you are. This is beautiful

That is strange, Joel. You must have flew like an eagle scout haha.

Thank you all......loved the poem

Thanx Joel but no apology needed you did not sound critical in the least. Thanx Wait my grandfather has passed. He actually was struck by lightning 2x once while on a windmill and once while working on his well-drilling rig. He only had 2 whole fingers on both hands b/c of foolishness and or careles...

Hi Joel It was a combo of mine and my ex husbands name....His initial, G, the word "and" my initial, S, then the last name Harp.... not much thought into I guess. But the car in the pic on my profile is the one I drive evryday.....from Todd Rundgren album covers.....thats Todd himself sitting in the...

Thanx Diesel I know what you mean and I only know what I like.

Hi

My name is Sue and although I've been a member for a pretty long time, I've really never participated much here. But now I look forward to reading everyones poetry and sharing a little of my own.

Sue Harp

Thank you so much Sue, Hester and Saw for taking the time to read and your sweet comments. Yes I agree with your critique Mindbum, I never know quite how to end a poem and the last stanza doesn't seem to fit. I am not really familiar with the structure of a poem, basically the only thing I know abou...

My community of words
aren't coming together.
To participate in autumn's
transitional endeavor.
So I'll sit in a pile of
virtual leaves.
And meditate on
the falling.

meant to comment on this poem last night but got distracted.....Great Poem...Never cry over liquefied bananas or waste time with needless seedless regret.....this reads like a note to self

Thank you Judih and Lucy for your kind comments

I love, love, love, this little poem. Absolutely wonderful.

Grandpa I remember your thin grizzled exterior. Bone and sinew somehow connected to heart strings. Black peat and clay clinging to your exposed skin as you drilled through granite and shale. Penetrating the earth, mad lover, drawing from her veins, as though you knew the source of her life giving se...

My absolute fave Dylan song......... Lay Down Your Weary Tune Lay down your weary tune, lay down Lay down the song you strum And rest yourself ’neath the strength of strings No voice can hope to hum Struck by the sounds before the sun I knew the night had gone The morning breeze like a bugle blew Ag...