Friday, October 31, 2014

to poems i run

to poems i run
the written word
that pours forth
from my heart.

those moments

those moments i have
of clarity...
sadness then laughter,
such disparity.

fore and aft

fore and aft
ship to shore
landing gear
but where
ny botanical gardens

ship ahoy

ship ahoy

i pretends i a pirate
as i sails the seas,
so debonair...
i just needs a human on
my shoulder...
and i is soooooo
magic mikey macnoblebird king of macaws, just beclaws

clucksquawktweet ye mateys

our very special little man

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

numbers on a stone

this is the day
that you arrived.
you left our world
an emptier,
sadder place.
but in our hearts
we still see
your vibrant face.
words and numbers
on a stone
are not you.
your life force so
not even death
can undo.
we are still
trying hard to
why a life is born
and then
my beautiful mom
it has to end.
your first words
until your last.
a life well lived
that has left earth
too fast.
who makes these rules.
why does it go this
no answers to be given,
as we cry
each day.

Monday, October 27, 2014

we are never too far

we are never too
ny botanical gardens
from where our
dreams take us,
and our wishes
lead us.

we walk together

we saw it coming
in the distance.
but for this
is never
truly prepared.
and in the sorrow
we feel,
and the process
of healing.
we have each other
and that is our
way of dealing.
warren, david and maryanne in kings point park


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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