Friday, March 27, 2015

maybe it is just rain

i hear a sound  in my ear.
both far and near.
maybe it is just rain.
i hear this sound
as it dances on the ground.
maybe it is just rain.
words heard,
unspoken.
the song of hearts
broken.
maybe it is
just rain.

Thursday, March 26, 2015

fell

dear loved ones.
the plane we were on fell from the sky.
we are lost forever. we do not know why.
we were just living our lives day to day.
why did someone take our lives away.
we miss those who mourn us.
we know you miss us to.
why do some people do
the terrible things that
they do.

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

hummingbird and flower

hummingbird and flower
learned to get along.
their tunes may be different
but they sing the same
song.
over sunlit waters they
harmonize in bliss,
embraced by loving hearts
and sweet nature's kiss.

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

remember the eden

remember the eden
the treasure trove,
lush, arid, liquid.
mountainous.
remember those
beings that lived
in this eden,
beautiful,
thriving.
keeping the fragile
balance.
so many have left us,
never again to be seen.
relegated to history books.
art work.
dusty photos.
drifting memories away.
what will our children,
their children,
earth mother's children
have left
if we are not the voices
of those who remain.
remember the eden.
it will never come
again.

Monday, March 23, 2015

chair ice and tree

his throne was a chair.
his kingdom,
cold ice
and a
tree.
here he held court,
alone,
with his jester,
animus.

Sunday, March 22, 2015

linger

let love linger behind
the inner/outer scenes
you call your life.
the dark side will
have no space to do
its damage,
and your moments
will each be caressed
by joy and purpose.

float on clouds

float on clouds
so tender to the
sky.
a world of love and
beauty,
in her
mind's eye.

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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