Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

bell chimes tonight
upon cool breeze
melodious refrain
outside my back door
lonely rush of cars
on Lombard Street
I wait for more
steady singing of
tubular bells rises
lone voice out there
in the distance
dogs begin to bark
deep woofs and
high pitched yaps
still I listen for anything
my mind can only imagine
bells chime louder then
recede, contented night.......WIREMAN

moments and spaces
between the lines and points
hold it all together
in the interval

thanks, wired.

there are these in-be-tweens that tear at your inner being........thanks mnaz

glockenspiels play with
nights fingers sated...


enjoyed the read.

kinda thinkin bout the spike fiddle for this one.....a lil number ala cobra verde style if ya saw that flick wylde......thanks for the reply ............peace ......wired mark

Dig this fine poem out and gla d I did. Classic.

enjoyed wireman......for some reason, i thought of the line, " I ain't superstitious, but a black cat just crossed my trail ".........yes, the in-betweens when we are processing it all

Thanks for reading Dadio and saw.....takes me back.....think I'm gonna do this Sunday night at cafe Nola

inner outer in-between - the whole thing tears at me Thx Mark