Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Standing,
each evening,
on deck
of my youth.
My head,
lighter of
angst,
comf ter blee older now.
Enough to cherish,
what I never knew
I missed.

Evergreen branches,
next to the old porch,
creak in the wind.
I heard them for
the first time this time.
Apologized for not
hearing them wail
years ago,
over my own,
silent, teenaged
screams.

Nightmares I left here
stayed on.
No longer to haunt me.
I hold them gently
in my open
cupped hands now.
Coo them,
count them,
like blessings,
tenfold times,
better than gold.

that´s beautiful, hester!!!

reclaim and reown
thing long left alone
way back are regrown
like seeds that were sown
from flame shine pine cone
new flesh on old bone
piano's tuned tone
and worthiness prone
to what you alone
make up on your own

I really love this...

comf ter blee older now.
Enough to cherish,
what I never knew
I missed.

and so cherish.

I know I do.

I like this juxtoposition


Hester wrote.

Nightmares I left here
stayed on.
No longer to haunt me.
I hold them gently
in my open
cupped hands now.
Coo them,
count them,
like blessings,
tenfold times,
better than gold.

joel wrote

reclaim and reown
thing long left alone
way back are regrown
like seeds that were sown
from flame shine pine cone
new flesh on old bone
piano's tuned tone
and worthiness prone
to what you alone
make up on your own

beautiful
thank you both

you all ought to do a chap book or a collaboration.

aware of the gift,
awake to the road.

enjoyed, hest.