Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

her skin contains her dance

reads like a hai.

delicious...

mmmmm....
beautiful


~westie

thank you mt and westie.

I think I strive for beauty and deliciousness more than anything else. perhpas even more than meaning. that's probably very shallow of me to say!

five little words, iambic pentameter string, which even I must admit sounds beautiful...

I think I strive for beauty and deliciousness more than anything else. perhpas even more than meaning. that's probably very shallow of me to say!

it's awesome to hear the writer speak. the world needs all the beauty and deliciousness it can get...

~westie

a one line beauty, bennie!

like it
hell i'll read it again

sighh, so much said in so few words....beautiful.

the dance had gone on for two winters,one spring and two summers
her skin was glistening in her glowing satire
the sweetness of there mutual respect and honor for each other was inclined to dust pleasure with in blankets and layers of past present and future ideals
she named him once in her heart of hearts as her lover
he became selfish jealous and angry one day
she had to tell him not to speak to her that way
why, she wondered did he have to make her feel helpless to feel the strength of his force.
she was tall and extremely intelligent
he was scientific and quite used to having his way with women
she just ell into other art
left him screaming all alone
he could not flesh her like a dead animal
she bled but would not die

bennie, are you dancing about anatomy?

soul, I had to read this one several times. I wasn't too sure about it first, but it grew on me. Twisty neat images.

anatomy? no.

I am so small. a gnat, you could say. so small. a gnat, oh me!

thanks for all your comments about this one. I wanted to see how such an image (in so few words) would be received.

economy with no loss of impact....a neat trick.....when a line like that comes to you, you don't want to muck it with a whole poem...smilessss

i was in the sunlight with the bearded dragon lizard
artifical living conditions were set up in the reptile room
the first time she ever went into natural sunlight she looked at me
like wow what is this place?
this place is the world here where sadness and joy walk hand and hand
teasingly interested, humans wait for some sign of another world
instead of looking at enjoying the we live in, we are in.
love subjects us like victims to humility and service
the bearded dragon is like a living relic of some forgotten place.
i placed a respect on her ancient skin, shape, ears, the way she blows up in defense and protection
she bit me once
wow
she has teeth
i probabaly deserved it, putting my fingers where perhaps they do not belong
my mind wanders
he sleeps like a prince, like a person made small from labor and money and surrvival
small crawls into me like a subtle fear, a shadow that weeps like wind chimes or packages of seedlings
to be set free
come and grow
find your footsteps in the grass and sunlight
here i am small next to the trees
sweetness calls to me