Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Crystal blue sky Arching in flight Over summer pool My mortal clay Floating like a dream In cool fluidity Cloud mountains soaring Like dark omens Over my aging wisteria body Just to drift silently Through seas of serenity A few more glimmers in time To dip toes in wishing well Hoping for trickles of...

Deep thought intricately laid out. You explore this subject meticulously and intensely.

John

Hester I know the pit of fear well. You describe it so excellently here. The Bene Gesserit of the Dune books say,"Fear is the little death." The rest of the saying which I forget says allow fear to flow through you and dissipate or something like that. Well done my friend.

John

Saw I confess I never floss. But I use and electric tooth brush and have had no dental problem for over a decade! I own a book about how risk takers often come out on top. I love your assertive expression of a life lived to the fullest. I forget the quote exactly but in the move Braveheart he says s...

Saw, yes there is so more in heaven and earth than are dreampt of in your philosophy Horatio(Hamlet). Here's to all that might have been, and all that was. Thank you so much for reading and seeing.

John

Lightning Rod, your metaphor nails it right on the head. Keep it up my friend.

John

Saw, home is where the heart is. I left my heart in San Francisco. Sometimes I think that one day I'll migrate out west. There are so many ghosts haunting me here. Your observations are astute.

John

Gypsy I love your comparison with Haiku. Thanks! Mnaz, so far from a home which no longer exists. Yes those mornings at my grandparent's are gone with the wind. Yet my pulse is steady, heart has a good rhythm, for the time being. mtmynd, mortality is less feared now. Yet when I face him eye to eye i...

Lightning Rod, I've never been to that mission. I'm glad you liked my bleak meditation. It feels good to dip into darkness once in a while. ;) The mingo, your reply was lyrically hallucinogenic in power. I'm impressed and most honored that you appended that to my humble poem. The ending rang true to...

Hester glad you liked. This was a pre-mood stabilizer poem. Back then the visions came like flocks of doves. Sigh...

John

Teapot whistling Summoning waking mind Into deep awareness Of maternal love The sizzling sound Of French Toast Remembered in urban bastion Where sirens blare With surreal urgency Like the painting Scream A nightly procession While I hover on the second floor The angel of death waiting For my final e...

Your dry wit and homespun philosophy are used to great effect. I love your work.

John

Emel, your creative and raw descriptions are vivid and linger in the mind's eye. This gives one a glimpse into your world.

John

Judih your pictures capture the ambiance and culture of that city. Beautiful my friend like you.

John

The lark sings a sad song As December wind whistles over volcanic ash Dreams come fleetingly now A whisper, a shadow then nothing The sun of truth is so bright my mind dilates The barren branches reach out to comfort me But my emptiness is complete Swallows return to San Juan Capistrano every year I...