Monday, June 29, 2015

before

before you showed your simple truth.
before you took away my youth.
before you showed me what
i do
not know.
before and after....
does it show.

prioritize

when we go into prioritize
do we judge by our eyes.
or do we let our hearts,
minds and souls take
the lead,

some pretty worlds

some pretty worlds
i have seen,
nestled amongst
a world of green.
vibrant colors
soft muted tones
no feelings of lonely
even when one is
alone.

Saturday, June 27, 2015

love who you love

love who you love
no matter what
others say or  do.
they have their own
ways,
but they are not you.
be who you feel
you are inside....
your light is eternal.
no reason to hide.

close

the closer i get
the more i see
each blink of an
eye.
sometimes i
cry.

Friday, June 26, 2015

faded flowers

you see we as faded flowers
relics now as we count the hours
we see us as in full bloom
time is short and
there is no time for
gloom.
we cherish each petal
each move
each word
if you choose not to hear us.
we know we are heard.
so you of visage still
bright and green.
your full beauty and
promise has not yet
been seen,
though tarnished a tad
to your eyes view.
to our inner workings.
we are still young,
too.

black and white

black and white
shades of grey
day and night
either way.
tender moments
as perceived.
what you feel
what you believe.

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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