Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

words clear as a bell
wade through the pea soup
of my mind forcing words to page
like making the horse drink
after leading it
clichés tattered and torn
from use and misuse
shredded like a leaf in high winds
emotionally barren
like fall in black and white
true love a mystery novel
unread and lonely
monsters lurk not only in fog
in plain view for us to ignore
like cancer or overpopulation
no control tsunami wrath
destroys all in its path
more questions than answers
and life goes on

This really hit home. I kept reading it over and over trying to find a line I could quote as the one I liked the best or the one that hit closest to the heart. I couldn't do it. The whole thing just spoke to my deepest inner being. Have you been snooping?

stream of consciousness poem that brings us into its depth. Excellent.

happy trails
thanks so much for your response its neat tofind that my ramblings touch somone besides myself
much thanks dadio
write on

packed full with good images...especially liked "fall in black and white" which would have definite impact here in the mid atlantic.....keep 'em comin'.......

snowman wrote: monsters lurk not only in fog
in plain view for us to ignore

tiz abundantly true. well said.

saw
thanks for reading and feedback much appreciated
mnaz
sad but true
thanks so much for reading and responding
write on
snowman