Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

the blades of grass are alive,
the sky is alive, the ants are alive,
the trees, the bending knees,
the breezes breathed in and seized,
the inhales, the exhales, the obscurities,
the variabilities, the incurable diseases,
the wheezes the dog makes when he snores,
the scores of other sounds and matter,
the splatters of rain on the windowpane,
the pains and joys, the girls and boys,
the various animated rhythms and toys,
the eventualities, the persistences,
the resistances, the wants and desires,
the fires within

it's all alive.
the gestures, the thrives,
the perfections sought,
the nils and naughts,
the nothings and alls,
the calls of birds in the spring
and when he sings it's a beautiful song,
the longing of love,
the dove cries above the willow tree
it's all alive as alive as alive as it can be

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dp.march.2011

radiance alive!
thank you, doreen for this ode to tingling existence

Alive
no batteries
no wires
just alive


thanks doreen
I sometimes forget
you remind me

I am a thing called alive — Kurt Vonnegut, Sirens of Titan

A good poem I think ++

reminds me to live thanks