Friday, May 25, 2018

do pigeons meditate

do pigeons in those silent moments
ponder as they plan to
wander.
do they evaluate in an
existential sense
where they are going
and where they went.

memorial day

memorial day

memorial day

On memorial day we honor those who have served
The army, air force, marines, the navy , the reserves
We honor those who fought so that we could be free
To enjoy our careers, our friends, our families
We honor those who made the ultimate sacrifice
So we would not pay the worst possible price
To be enslaved, our freedoms torn
Into a lifeless world our children would be born.
This is not about being in favor of war
We all hate the bloodshed, the pain, the gore
This is about people who did what had to be done
Here is hoping that one day,
Wars will be none.

and this includes our four legged friends,
of loyalty, love and valor
even after the end♥

alstroemeria

do alstroemeria
dream at night
and if they do,
is it about the light.

Wednesday, May 23, 2018

if a rose you were

if  a rose you were
and you could
touch all those
who are gone
and
those you
miss so much.




bud

this is part of my time
it will not last
these moment sublime
are slipping past.
but each phase of my life
i will embrace
even as the petals slowly
fall around
my
face.

Saturday, May 19, 2018

be not

be not
hushed
for by love,
you will
be
heard.

Friday, May 18, 2018

lovely when

lovely when falling
lovely when sunshine
behind the clouds,
calling.

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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