Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

sometimes i have to marvel
that red hair
that poetic kinetic kind of
expressively explososive

my only friend when i could not be one
her red hair and voice and words
came thru
all that information highway
and her delicate hand-
tapped gently on my heart
hey hey you might be like a few
but you make life new
when all is blue and gray
dogs astray
wild in the bogs
in the highlands
in the seas
they smile when they hear of doreen
ah they say
that red head

behind the scenes
greasing the gears that mesh
a determined lover of the arts
keeps the train on the tracks
despite the bad weather
even when the chips are down
the studio is alive
the voices come together
like swiss hands on the dial
tick tock tick tock
the woman twists the key
the doors unlock even when
the heart is heavy and blue
we all still come here, with hearts
of compassion, with eyes red
in solidarity, as a family

Jana, thank you for the lovely poem ... I'm honored.

Steve, thank you for your beautiful poetic reply... I've been thinking of you.

.....

yes, we have a family here. ... I treasure you all

straw dogs pull variable lengths of swaying hair
in cosmic questions answered
only within the core of self
climbing each ladder wrung moment
and the filter of friends
of love and care are
a comfy chair to rock
you back
hear and there.


simply holds your eye
and exquisite mind tree

in a frame of agony and ecsasty

bereft of camouflage leopard crawling
elbowing my consciousness into yours
across a see of ethers electric ink.

my beloved long friend still buried
in my heart from wounded knee.

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