Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

falling

"from your fingers and your thumb"



I found the emptiness
buried up to its neck in stench
I wallowed there awhile



Jam it alone

Live it alone

Go it alone

Leave it alone

Go


I've got this stupid voice

you know the kind

a cross between Gomer Pyle and

Bucky the Beaver -

My poetic voice -

Not my suave debonaire

delicately trained womanly voice

of reason

My poetic voice

It gets me into

and out of

trouble laughing

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Sometimes I can be the darkest of days
the sun shines on the surface

I waited as the timeless urge
overtook my imaginings
Wafting sands of time
Grit in my eyes
Waning

Super age of might
decrepid weary - fight
gone out of me

The last breath
my first breath
drawn steadily

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"She's 100 but she's wearing something tight"

Hey Leonard

I've finally grown up

deserted the baby stage

drifted into adult child

and here I'll stay

Now I concentrate on the flowers!

The shrivelled weed amid the rest

is the green thumb of regret

finally dying


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There has been this

this nugget

this bud of

anger in me

waiting to flower

wanting to be free

It seethed quietly

and every now and again

would surface to breathe

Snuff it out

Reflame

Snuff it out

Reflame

fizzle

Just let it burn baby

No one cares

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Not every one can write like that
Darlin'

Not every one should

Too many voices

Too many ears

Too many ears

Too many voices

to satisfy

Churn churn

Don't let the worm

dictate the meal

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"Flowers for my December"

I think I would like to be remembered
in the words of a song
Refound
in the forgotten lines
of a favorite poem

I will remember you
as the quiet one

Who wouldn't say "SHIT"
though you frequently walked through it

betty boop flower child
rainbow flavored ashes

come home to my heart

stay awhile


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One dandelion seed

one tiny fluff of puffyness

stood out from all the rest

wafted slowly over

in a soft bee line

and settled on my nose

I smiled cross-eyed

and my spirit glowed

It's a small thing I suppose

to feel singled out

for special intimacies

Silly really

in this iceberg cold reality




(I apologize for the length of my vicissitude)

(I thank you for your time)

Snuff it out

Reflame

fizzle

Just let it burn baby

No one cares

There is no now

there

it is cold comfort

reptile mind consciousness

A tender indifference towards me




powerful writing mousey

thank you

to the contrary mousy. Not long the line breaks do a nice job of separating. This I think is my favorite by you. It has a feminine feel to it coming out in a masculine voice...if that makes sense, it is meant as a compliment.

thought of sand particals in the first two lines. especially likes "Jam...Leave it alone Go" Then there is the silver tongue that would probably best serve a purpose melted. "Snuff it out, Reflame, fizzle" the light refusing to go out (just the way I looked at it). Yes it is nice to be singled out sometimes. I kind of got the impression of taking the time to smell the roses and appreciate their fragrence. Just me I suppose.

really enjoied this one.


love lots
Deb.

Jam it alone

Live it alone

Go it alone

Leave it alone

Go

Now I concentrate on the flowers!

The shrivelled weed amid the rest

is the green thumb of regret

finally dying

Snuff it out

Reflame

Snuff it out

Reflame

fizzle

Just let it burn baby

No one cares

I will remember you
as the quiet one

Who wouldn't say "SHIT"
though you frequently walked through it

betty boop flower child
rainbow flavored ashes

come home to my heart

stay awhile

one tiny fluff of puffyness

stood out from all the rest

mousey 1 is on a roll....

thanks for the ride!

There has been this

this nugget

this bud of

anger in me

waiting to flower

wanting to be free

It seethed quietly

and every now and again

would surface to breathe

It has a feminine feel to it coming out in a masculine voice...if that makes sense, it is meant as a compliment.

I may be a pretty poor excuse for a masculine voice but I agree AB.

The feminine feel is what makes it so personal to me. No mention of violence.

anger in me

Mine would surface in violence. Jesus broke the wild horse in my heart. I don't go there, I leave it alone. I jam it.

Roll on mousey1



Your voice is a pleasure to listen to. So womanly.
thank you

Yup...

rolling it out like a pie crust

snuggly fitting the lid

sealing all the edges

cutting all the slits

it's all about the ventillation

oh

and perhaps some

titillation


Thank-you all for the reading and the excellent comments. I am swelled with happiness.

Slice of pie anyone.

Cherry pie.

No pits.

I love cherries and they almost don't exist here!
I liked these:

My poetic voice

It gets me into

and out of

trouble laughing


saludos,

Arcadia

I think you have a beautiful poetic voice and it speaks to the heart of the matter with a dagger's thrust. Keep it up sweetie and thanks for the kind comments on my poems. "C"