Friday, December 2, 2016

the time, she flies

the time she flies,
on wings unbending
we live we die.
broken hearts need
mending.
words unspoken,
those we cannot
take back
questions never ending.
there is no slack.
regrets too many
denials too few
life's many trials
too much to do.
that which we
choose to remember
with distorted view.
the point where the
truth
gets the
better
of
you.

if lifetimes

if lifetimes were measured
in moments and heartbeats
mine would be forever
yours.

Wednesday, November 30, 2016

the path to clarity

we walk along
the path to clarity
as obstacles litter
but clutter
not
our hearts,
as clear they see
the moment.

how oft i thought

how oft i thought
about the whens
the wheres and whys
no answers
supplied.
so no more questions
of this kind
will i let  further
addle
my already muddled
mind.
so free to see
the beauty
that
can
be.

Monday, November 28, 2016

we are challenged

we are challenged.
easy is a not a word
meant to be lived
but uttered in hope,
the challenges we face
are made all the more arduous
by the complexities inherent in
the human landscapes.
do we slither, bellies downward
or do we rise.
and not let complacency dictate our
every inaction,
as the moments we are present
melt into the larder
of a lifetime given to us.
we are of this moment
the morrow a twinkle in the
eye of a grander presence.

epistle to thistle

to thistle i write
though why
i cannot say.
you once were
a flower.
and then
flew
away.

clouds they

clouds,
yes they make
us old.
but they cannot
make
us
fold!

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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