Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

not me- i am in plains of color-detailed dots of my world

When Waking Planet

All the colors were of pink
and muddy clay,
like what I see
when I climb the stairs at night
and when I've seen the rhinoceros
sleeping in a wave.

The mistress of the mountain top
rises in her gown of water in muff,
over and far longs the leaves cover
the road, the roar,
tree tops
and the birds
yield lit to gift
song
in honor of it's horn,
for canopy
and on step.

Puppy

You came splashing,
rolled over then up to me,
I thought you were a wave.

I can sit in the middle. Ha!

the plains of color were beckoning to her again- she could have easily fallen asleep to the wind chimes and the warm breezes- the ice water seemed the only thing that meant anything at all- anymore- it was like the whole day just became a long stretch of hot dusty road- and sore hands- broken fingernails and the desire ... just massaging all that heat rolling thru that valley...
that and jasmine tuberose mositurizer by natures bliss- she was sure that mr wonderful was going to show up right here- she would be ready- made up and smelling sweet and she would call off the dogs-maybe it would be everything she always dreamed of- or another cracker- but for real the good times were going to be had-

I'm always gotten to wondering what will happen next and what will happen next and I run to the window to look out.

There were so many of her birds stuffed in the book
that it darted afternoon, evening, nights
and at her sleeping hour

she'd dream to toss a stone
and it'd be one less bird
on the page.

Solitude.
Sometimes it infuriates me, the journey's a tough one, takes a lot of food.
Going to read Masters of Solitude, mingo.

Remember to keep your eye on Singer - he's at the beginning but then he seems to disappear for a long stretch - well not really disappear because Garik is holding him prisoner but don't get that notion Garik is holding ALL of him - he's always there - you will be surprised where - remember Singer is half Shando - half City - his half brother Aron is all Shando - and Shalane, you're going to like Shalane, she is Karli - Shando & Karli are the deepest of the deepwoods covens or tribes - Garik is Singer's father - what stands between Garik & Singer is the death of Singer's mother, Judith. Judith was from City. Judith came out of City and no one ever came out of City because she is looking for something - some idea she had -

that idea came on slowly and then seemed to drizzle like a rainstorm- whoever they are- i cannot keep them away-

The mellow, mellow, mellow of the forest meadowed out. Turning rocks, made studies on the moss, this green that green, ate some bark, stopped and looked up at the trees looking down.
Want to believe with all heart that there's someone in the trees matched to me.
Looking up, they are a comfort.
I feel like I was made there.

Looks like a thousand wild flowers
put out on the waters,

double color
reflecting back
and happy

like when you place me
in the words on the page.

I stood still feeding birds
in the garden.

She was window
window, window
window, window
closed.

The birds were hers' though,

sing, sing, sing.

her hips felt the pwer of flight
even , alone
magma flowed in her blood=
she had hair like seaweed
skin like molton lava

She was half purple
and would twist her hair
in knots,

but when she stood in front of war,
she was painted in war
and cut off her locks.

On a good day, she'd listen to the bark of the fox
and he lead her to the forest. Everything around the fox, was no wars, her hair could be braided.