Sunday, December 21, 2014

holidazed


holidays times are for joy and reflection,
hoping our errant, spinning world regains
its sense of direction.
that kindness becomes a contagion
spreading throughout the years.
and that our hopes and wishes
do not fall on non-listening
ears.

so while we celebrate all
the beauty
that we see,
we also honor those who
with us,
cannot be.
and pray for those who will
someday take our place.
and hope they inherit a
healthier, happier
space.

namaste.
love and light.
peace-filled days
and blissful
nights.


Saturday, December 20, 2014

in moments

in moments quiet
no outside din.
no place to run
so we search
within.

Friday, December 19, 2014

never

never sat alone
on the floor
as she sadly
contemplated
a world where
never ever
lands.

Thursday, December 18, 2014

some

imagery, emotions,
the written word, some unspoken...
seen but not implied.
nor verified.
moments encapsulated
in a heartlife without
rules or boundaries...
never really knowing
more than fear and
unknowing,
if and when the
light breaks through.

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

opposable thumbs

to navigate life's
promontories.
and the abyss
that may follow
opposable thumbs
required.

Monday, December 15, 2014

vagaries

vagaries be gone,
with your cruel,
hard
jones beach
hearted
half injustices
and boldfaced
iniquities.

Saturday, December 13, 2014

when rhymes elude

when rhyme eludes
no quiet etudes.

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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