Thursday, November 27, 2014

one can sit

one can sit in the muck
of what was and cannot
be changed.
one can expend far too
much  energies
trying to decipher
that not meant to be
one can wallow in
the sorrows,
and be by sadness,
but all of that
steals time and
a life that needs
to be resumed.
yes there is the was
and the questions
that linger.
i prefer to focus
on the sweet breath
of our mother earth
on my finger.
a local beauty that caught my and i stopped

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

whirl around it all stands still

so fast the world
so slow
the heart.
i whirl around
until it all
stands still.

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

how the world...for mom

how the world seems different without your presence.
how all the familiar changes.
how ruts, routines and rituals ring in
a landscape without the echoes
of your being.
how strange it feels, without your
barriers, at once forbidding and yet
providing safety.
how all is the same, yet its timbre,
tones and melodies are completely
as they seek to find a way
to fill the emptiness
around them.
how what is a natural
part of life,
seems so very out
of sync with what
we  wish
ny botanical gardens

Monday, November 24, 2014


in our search to become hyperconnected and in touch, we have reached the great disconnect and total tune out!
what it feels like when nobody is really there


outside the building
i wish a world of holiday cheer.
365 days of every year.
where merry is made.
wars forgotten hate undone.
where ALL beings
could live safely and
have some fun.
where joy and levity
were lifestyles not
just letters and words.
where prayers like this
were answered

Saturday, November 22, 2014

we still hear you

our ears receive no more
the tones of your voice.
but our hearts still hear you
and in that love
we rejoice.

the double edge sword

the double edge sword of
those hallmark moments.
swathed in forced levity,
at times constructed
by sorrows.


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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