Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

"Do we even like each other?"
Echo asked as she twirled
and twisted around my feet.
I was green when I faced the river.
I ripped to shreds dreams that never
came and I came undone.
But you come again and again to steal
my breath and devour my soul.

I listen carefully and exhume the sound.
Earth still clings to me. My bones lie
scattered.


~A

handled beautifully with kid gloves as an archeologist carefully dusting fragments of newly discovered bones......reminds me of the book, The Lovely Bones, and has the same sadness to contend with.....but it also lays out the fact that there are many unanswered questions in our lives....fine work

this has the depth lacking in much Western poetry.

A tentative romantic encounter word painted into art. Exquisite.

John