Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Breaking through
new ice
that's cropped up.

Frozen words,
I'm impatient to thaw.

Neutral temperatures,
nowhere to be found.

I'm in quicksand,
at a crossroads.

Tropical delusions,
arrow to the right.

Blood lines,
lead me to where I left.

Straight ahead,
takes care
of itself.

Behind me,
gets me here.

Next is where.

it is a gift you have

Hester wrote

Next is where.

I am so happy you put a period after, where.

Behind me
people who say don't look back never dead headed in a Wisconsin blizzard.

Thinking about something doreen wrote recently about doors, the ones that open in our dreams.

rammble ramble
thunder and rain here
thanks for the poem

cool. i like your work. intelligent - well crafted.

the heart has weather

scarlet letter, A?