Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Thank you kindly for allowing me to dance...

my moves may be quirky
and a little bit jerky
as I shake
and groove to your tune
but the passion is growing
words are a-flowing
flashy adjectives
heat up the room.

morning

Tender words
tantalize,
tempt thoughts
turning to you...
I lie under
my oak tree
peering through
skeletal limbs
faintly dusted
with green at
ancient suns
sparkling at night-
echoing the distance
existing between
our hearts.

Dancing alone - infinite eternal circle of one... no fun. watching waiting wallflowers hesitate until asked others gasp for breath or grab a beer... but the word-song is grooving, capering through the soul. Words flit, float, flutter in the throat, palpitate the heart, soar in the soul. Pensively po...

electric slide
words glide
sounds sizzle
sultry tongue tangos
as minds
bump and grind
cranking out
exquisite
phrase pirouettes

Silver hoop swings against the apple of her cheek. Her eyes move past mine on a tangent to an unmarked spot waist-high on the wall. My words hang suspended twisting the air between us. Thoughts, fabrications whirling her mind sketched on her face, strike a resonant chord at my heart. Whispering fing...

Absolutely love the image this gave me...wonderful write!

Oh yes...I must have it at least one...no two... pots a day.

And thank you so much.

LOL-that is the problem - I read and think ... OK that is cool. And then - read more and they say "yes, do this, but only if you...". Know what I mean?

Dancing as the flowers watch
heads bobbing to the beat
words a-pouring
voices soaring
pithy phrases
move my feet

Very nice...I think that I like your's more than mine.

My problem is - being new to haiku - I tend to think 575 and am not sure on which other rules go together and can be used...

Jen

pale and dainty
cherry blossoms
sprinkled
upon the earth
layering fairy-dust
to perfume
the pathway
I trek
in search of
enlightenment

Fields of crystal skeletal limbs stretch touching icy winter sun crystalline wrappings haiku first - but also... among fields of crystal the skeletal limbs stretch desperately imploring the icy winter sun to dabble her golden-tinged fingers through their crystalline-wrapped hair to release, relax ev...

Very nice! Made me smile and think at the same time ...

Upon waking, I
need you with desperation;
crave your liquid touch.

Tantalizingly
your scent wafts throughout all rooms,
coaxing me to come.

Drink in dark essence,
savor taste rolling ‘cross tongue;
lap at your surface.

Quench my drowning thirst,
fill me, flood me, bittersweet.
I am your addict.

poets are such tasty treats the honeyed sap running through their veins suckle the succulent synonyms and taste the tenuous turns of a fierce fiery phrase... spicy words upon my lips to emulate the burning in my gut the churning of my soul as this sumptuous buffet of savory thoughts spew forth the d...