Saturday, February 28, 2015

she sat

she sat.
her inner clock slowly
ticking moments
spent in ennui
and unrest.

urban waterfalls

urban water falls
steel cliffs
concrete forests.

regrets she...not

they were banned if they failed.
the were not allowed to rise.
feeding her ego,
was their only prize.
and when she lay down
cheeks teary wet.
did she feel remorse,
did she have any

he imprisoned his heart

he imprisoned his heart behind
bars of ice.
nobody approached...
nor did they look twice.
he did not invite hurt.
he did not invite pain.
but joy also fled from this
cold and inane.


we swim the seas
our belugaland.
we raise our families
we make our stand,
our icy world,
is paradise.
people leave us
that would
be nice.
we just want to
hunt and play,
to live our lives
the belugaway
we are not cute
we are living whales,
so when you are in
the arctic,
just say hello
then set sail.

Friday, February 27, 2015

love 4u

my love for you grows
from the earth to the sky
from the waters deep
to the deserts,

Thursday, February 26, 2015

is it

do we fear the nothingness
the absence of....
are we afraid of the below.
or doubt that there
is an above.


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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