Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

between here and there,
there is just this,
and the justice that is just this,
we walk on angry feet sometimes
throw another skeleton into the closet
and kick the teeth of gratitude
with the spare change of our pockets
and this is the way we pass through
the needle of our eye,

and this is the way we spin ourselves
like spiders inside webs dangling
from end to end

the morning dew not yet dropping, the
sun not yet glistening.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7lQ1oWIQ ... re=related

A very expressive poem

Ahhh the dry time before the dew drops and lean days when change is spare

I read this else where and love it still.

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Thank you all for reading.

I wrote this for a friend who died Wednesday. She was the first who took my poetry seriously...started, scripted and embellished a page on *my space* in days passed when it was a bit more difficult process. I'm still pretty much computer illiterate. lol.

I think we're all music of the spheres, and some of us resonate with one another like kindred spirits.

~A

sorry for your loss anna, this poem is a nice tribute to the complexity of things as we try to relate to each other.......enjoyed it.