Tuesday, July 29, 2014

little miss pretty

little miss pretty,
what joy you brought.
and sadness, too.
the lessons you taught.
that love is a gain,
and ultimately,
a tragic loss.
we miss you every moment,
sweet little green boss
pteri tea rose max...pteribird

Monday, July 28, 2014


i am a garage eagle
my mountains are made
of concrete and brick.
metal, smoking animals
crawl through my
bellowing and loud
sometimes they
hit us.
i feed here and here
is where my mate
and family dwells.
my aerie is a
a recess in the wall.
here i nest and
i rest.
i do not complain.
i can hide from the
winds and the
and the rain.
painted 7/27/14

epistle to a thistle

what to say to a thistle,
before the winds speak
her name.
do you speak of the
dandelion that
came first.
do you embrace the
beauty of the
flower at
its worst.
do you remember
the budding,
that now feels
like a dream.
what to say to a
that is not
what it
on the way to lunch

do you feel, at times

do you  feel, at times,
like the head of
a flower
in a photograph.
outside the building
alone in space,
floating, removed
from the last
grounding tether.
lightness on
the wind,
or in need of
an anchor

cushion of green

we end our life on
this cushion of green,
quite as it began.
in soft comfort
as we drift away.
earthmother's tears
across from the train station

on our metal porch

on our metal porch
we take a rest.
soon we fly
into life's
great test.
garage eagles

Sunday, July 27, 2014

what do

what do i see
out there
for me.


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i am older than dirt and proud of it!!!! i have managed to incorporate my eternal 60's nation spirit with the high tech 21st century world. i am an artist/writer, who dabbles in rhyme, and, sometimes, reason. my passions are my husband, who is truly the wind that ruffles my sails, animals rights, yoga, the beach, waking up in the morning. i find inspiration in too many things to list, and far too many more to remember. i have added sketching, watercolor painting, and photography to my ways of expressing joy and gratitude. from living with a chronic illness, i have learned the beauty of each day, and treat each as another sun salutation, and another chance. P.S. all painting, poems and photographs are my originals karen Lyons kalmenson