Neo-Poets Brave New World.....an ode to Studio 8
Posted: June 21st, 2008, 3:03 pm
the weaver laces his words
basket-like, in a symmetrical pattern
of expression so unique
when you spy the artistry on display
you recognize his or her signature strokes
like a Renoir, a Kandinsky, like
Hank Williams' Cheatin' Heart.
each voice is a gift
to a cerebral fund, to a planetary
endowment that continues to grow
each day, as cyber-fingers caress
the imagination,
massaging syllabic harmony
into eager waiting scalps.
fingers, fingers, fingers everywhere,
fingers from the west coast,
the rust belt, the bible belt,
the land down under, fingers
laced like woven tapestries of dreams,
spirits entwined like ancient seaweed
tumbling across the top of an ocean
of expressed life.
***** note:
there you go, I never write directly into cyberland,
i'm a big chief yellow-lined tablet man...guess I was inspired...
basket-like, in a symmetrical pattern
of expression so unique
when you spy the artistry on display
you recognize his or her signature strokes
like a Renoir, a Kandinsky, like
Hank Williams' Cheatin' Heart.
each voice is a gift
to a cerebral fund, to a planetary
endowment that continues to grow
each day, as cyber-fingers caress
the imagination,
massaging syllabic harmony
into eager waiting scalps.
fingers, fingers, fingers everywhere,
fingers from the west coast,
the rust belt, the bible belt,
the land down under, fingers
laced like woven tapestries of dreams,
spirits entwined like ancient seaweed
tumbling across the top of an ocean
of expressed life.
***** note:
there you go, I never write directly into cyberland,
i'm a big chief yellow-lined tablet man...guess I was inspired...