Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

We are written on the walls
in fate's faded print.
I saw it.
It said you and me,
in dancing jester letters,
vintage lithographs,
in reddish gold, glinty tones.

We beat around
a shared drum,
circling, like shy eagles,
stalking, a divine
and universal chord,
irresistibly drawn,
seasoned to resist.

I don't understand this but I like it.
(It looked lonely here without a response.)

Hest

i love and understand what you've done here with your words
always a pleasure to read

thank you for ALL the truths you speak

Thank youse, Puff and Abstroint for your posts, and positive comments.
It's scary for me, posting a poem in a new place. I'm shy myself, like a circling eagle I guess, stalking acceptance.
heh

H

this is my idea of a great poem, T

I don't usually use these things but...

i can hear the beat

This is poetry I agree, this is why I stay on line and read , just a jewel , wonderfull stuff , I would love to sit around the fire and spend time with you I know .

I have a bunch of face books- " Shelia denial, jana livingston, peace livingston.. Pick any one- makes getting to know people rather mysterious- isn't it-
Actully speaking might be pleasurable as well-
Maybe we would write on a starry night- contesting church and state- ???