Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

the poet is a liar
the moon is a dead rock
my lover's eyes,
two gelatinous orbs
spinning, this way and that

there is poetry in this pebble
you too, have meaning and purpose
it used to be part of something bigger
a little chip off an old block
perhaps, a fragment of god
or a pocketful of elements,
compressed, crystallized
into the form you see before you

i prefer to think of it as a pebble

really nice piece, Dino... i just love it!

thanks reni!

...a little blue ball dino.....i likes this.......

if the poet is a liar, how shall we describe the politician ?

much density in this ditty, doctor d................