Saturday, August 1, 2015

the line...for all the lost lions

there is a line that for eons, is.
when nature decides.
we accept.
but when failing humans
the divine line
is broken.

cecil and other lions
proud kings and queens
fathers, uncles, mothers, aunts
keepers of their history,
now slain
the magnitude of
their deaths.
ignored or lost in a haze
of non-comprehension.

the cubs, born to carry
the power within their

and what of them.

and what of us,
flawed yet able to
do so much better...

why don't we!!!

Friday, July 31, 2015

with wrinkled hands, she sings

with wrinkled hands she sings
her heart searching for the angels.
the dances she could have led.
the words she could have written
the depression she found, instead..
the clock that ticked
the cruel hand of time
that made each second a sad rhyme
each year a lost blessing.
she sits with her music
lost in confessing.
the young girl inside
yearning not
to hide.
too late she fears
nobody hears.

a hint of autumn

a hint of autumn
summer raises it's
cool breezes
quietly wait...

the lion and the butterfly...for cecil from his pride

a butterfly landed on the paw
of our king.
he sat, quietly,
not doing anything
but admiring the grace
and beauty of the little
no need to destroy
the loveliness he was
please learn this today,
take a look, take a picture
then walk away.

we miss you cecil,
his pride and his joys
our lives forever
our hearts,
forever broken

Thursday, July 30, 2015

lore lossed

she has no one with whom she can
share her lore.
generations and lives that
happened before.
no echo for her voice
as it is heard,
so much to give
now empty words.
heirlooms and memories
their last stop reached.
all she has learned,
no one to teach.

the gate that surrounds your heart

the gate that surrounds your heart
dances to the beat

pretty flowers...
if you let it.

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

what if the world was like a flower

what if the world was like a flower
love and compassion
filling every room.


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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