Wednesday, May 24, 2017

laven-dew

laven do
not dry my tears
sweet green leaf
pillows
upon which
my head
can dream of love
and joy,
instead.

what by time

what by time
a rose is touched
each petal
a mime
of
sweet, fragrant
rhyme.

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

before the tears...for manchester

before the tears
before the cries
of those who were
injured
of those who
have
died.

before the tears
the music rang
people rejoiced
carefree,
as they sang.

before the tears
the normalcy
plans for their lives
their families.

before the tears
now broken
with grief.
as in shock we sit
still in disbelief.

before more tears
please stop all this hate
blood spilled
fixes nothing,
for
too many,
far too late.

rest in peace
those who lives
were stolen away.
as we the survivors
start this most
saddened
day.



Monday, May 22, 2017

you leave

you leave me here
you drop me there
i don't know why
you do not care.
i ask for nothing
i gave it all
how far down do
i have to fall
what will happen to me
i do not know.
but how could you
just let me go....
love,
the companion animal you just abandoned

we measured, by

we measured by
what we are taught
what we learn
what is for naught
we are
 measured by
we measure, too
but does the false
measure
the
true.

the lyrical of miracles

by thorns the prickly world,
satirical
in spite of it all
i still believe
in
miracles.

Sunday, May 21, 2017

imagin-eye

in the corner of my
imagin-eye
i thought i saw
a
butterfly.

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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