Tuesday, February 9, 2016

snowdog smiles

she lives in a world of
snowdog smiles
flower pawprints
that is her style.
this is where
she chooses to
go.
when life makes it
not worth her while
to "grow".

Monday, February 8, 2016

isn't it groovy to be a blue footed booby

isn't it groovy to
be a blue footed booby.
so happy as can be.
with sun that shines
in notes of C
and clouds that
surround
in harmony.

if life could be measured

if life could be measured
by weights and scales,
those tangible calibrations
could never measure
up to the
love you
have brought to
my life.

Saturday, February 6, 2016

snowtree

snowtree stands tall
between the beauty
of that, created
by other than man
and the chaos
that man's presence
has
created.


Friday, February 5, 2016

politricks as usual

they cheat they lie
they sometimes steal
people seem to think
this is no big deal.
that this is what
politicians do.
and we should just
accept this fact
as true.
the banality of the
jaded
mindset
the cynicism
of the unwise.
perhaps this was
always a part of
human history,
she sadly
surmised.

wonderwall in winterwhite

wonderwall in winterwhite
to look at,
so pretty...
to navigate,
a fright.

Thursday, February 4, 2016

lossed

what of the ideals known as
woodstock nation,
which turned out to
be no more than
a
trendy sensation.

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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