Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

the life force
had not yet returned
the skin on her face was ashen
her lips dark
some white powder
and she was chowder
way louder funnnier
dusty like in flavor
like the road on the bottom of your feet
see the medallions
those marks like one of birth
that have darker souls trembling in fear
because they see
the mark
the stain
the blood
the lifeline
they demmanded everything and supplied everything=Creator she had to cry today on the beach
that water
they call us the water people=blu
i listen to the water

Powerful poem.

I listen to the water.

And the silence between each drop.


~A

aloha

on a good day the water reflects who we are back to us, ripples and all.....peace