Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

steady she rode while the ballast hung deep
the slight curvature of the horizon tempting
the spiritless soul to move on, to move on...
a ceaseless quench of imagination held tight
as yet another day rose from the dark night
whistler's songs filled the still air : birds alive.

mtmynd

Cecil, ya ol' tosser

the mingo wrote:Cecil, ya ol' tosser

Thank you, el mingo! First time I've been called a 'tosser'! Cool!

and to the right,
we have the famous tosser fountain
try your luck, you might find a pearl

judih wrote:and to the right,
we have the famous tosser fountain
try your luck, you might find a pearl

or you might find your reflection!


Howdy, Jud... hhope all is well Nir Oz..

Your wishes are granted-
Stranger still unanswered question marks line
The streets where people go to and from work
And they toss one off here and there
Beginning in the isolation of home
Until somehow
The buffalo roam

mtmynd wrote:

judih wrote:and to the right,
we have the famous tosser fountain
try your luck, you might find a pearl

or you might find your reflection!


Howdy, Jud... hhope all is well Nir Oz..

Hi Cec
there's ground, sky and air
sometimes the stink of cows, sometimes the stink of chickens
sometimes the stink of a chemical factory from the south
but sometimes, it's quiet, scent of jasmine, that lone bird that warbles
the heat sinks below 100 and something
and again we hope for peace

each day another crack at expressiveness.....birds and poets sing

judih wrote: Hi Cec
there's ground, sky and air
sometimes the stink of cows, sometimes the stink of chickens
sometimes the stink of a chemical factory from the south
but sometimes, it's quiet, scent of jasmine, that lone bird that warbles
the heat sinks below 100 and something
and again we hope for peace

Life has its way and
we are but passengers on a journey,
aboard for the experience.