Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

my colour is ordinary
and in-between my happenings
no shades pursue it
there are no shadows to
weave round me like a stream
no twilight, no dream

just the voice of night
her quiet persuasions
and the easiness of the moon

i watch her take off her gown
O, how she silences the wind

but the sea, O the sea
holds her broken
all ground up and boisterous

landing it’s moans there
at the mouth of my ordinary
dragging back the pages
with sand songs.

(C) Perdida 290607

thick in voice
good one, perdida

That is beautiful.

My Familiar is the shadow of my ordinary
its color is frosty as a pantomime

it follows me around like a raven song
and does my bidding in the animal world

My Familiar is my extraordinary
my beastly version, a dingo or a bat

Wow!!
I want to take my clothes off or something. I really like the feeling I get from this....

H