Thursday, April 24, 2014

in this tree

in this tree
i can only
be found
by those
who know
how to look.

station road looking up

the last words spoken...for the buffalo nations

may the last words spoken
be words of peace,
kindness and compassion,
a sweet release.
for all god's creatures
in all lands.
we stand as ONE,
in hearts and hands.

they speak in voices

they speak in voices
never heard.
they speak great volumes
without saying

local beauties

in the endless quizzical

i love you from the endless quizzical,
between the mind, heart and the
outside the building next door

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

earth daze

pretty orb,
abuzz with
sounds and
this is our home.
let us treat
her right!

this is ours

you have your worlds,
this is ours.
nestled above the dirt,
and many cars.

garage eagles


a blizzard of white flowers

a blizzard of white flowers
to rain down from
the tree.
grace avenue looking up


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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