Saturday, November 26, 2005

in the winter chill

in the winter chill

the people walk

sometimes quiet

sometimes they talk

and as the sun

shines on their soul

it fills them up

keeping them



Tuesday, November 22, 2005


feeling sad

i know the reason

it is because of

the holiday season

cant escape thoughts

of how i went wrong

and this season

feels so long

isolated blue

feeling chagrin

all the holiday plans

i wont be included in

what is lacking

empty space

tears are gathering

on my face

this is supposed to be

a time of good cheer

doesnt feel like that

around here


Monday, November 21, 2005

how i wish

that i could write

maybe tomorrow

not tonight

hoping for

ideas to pour

and reopen my

poetic door

Thursday, November 17, 2005

a lert

here sit i

and wonder why

when the rest of the

world is wrapped in


i am mired in

thoughts so



Wednesday, November 16, 2005

my poetic muse

has taken a rest

life has put her

to the test

but i have not lost

my proclivity

for joyful


Saturday, November 12, 2005


there is not much disparity

between hysteria

and clarity

when the one has run

its course

from its depth

a positive force

emerges strong

and sound

and you will

come around








Thursday, November 10, 2005


rain wash away my sorrows

drown inside my tears

bring a new tomorrow

cleanse me of my fears

hide inside the darkness

deep where noone peers

muted cries so softly

so loud that noone hears

rain come down upon me

warm or cold and still

your water i will borrow

till my emptied heart

you fill

Wednesday, November 9, 2005


another night

i want to weep

again i cannot

fall asleep

head so heavy

body drained

feeling very


Tuesday, November 8, 2005

menopause rap

over 50 and i feel like crap.thats why im writing the menopause rap...dont sleep at night and turn and toss, gum disease even though i floss...bags under my eyes enough to make me flip, large enough to pack for a round the world trip....old favorite foods just make me sick, as i watch my waist get thick....cellulite and gravity.. who came up with this depravity...jowls are dropping so's my chest...i wont even mention the dedicate this body to science but they wont take it....never mind how it looks naked...butt has fallen to the floor, proctologist cant find it any more, people on the bus give a seat to me, do they think if i stand im gonna pee.... my moods swing more than tarzan ever thighs they jiggle like a squid...yep middle age really sucks but what source for lots of nyuks

Monday, November 7, 2005


poems dried

her spirit shot

a way to feel?

it is not

and when she finally

felt a word

this is all

her spirit




Friday, November 4, 2005

the price


one pays for being smart

is seeing things as they are

but smart is not always very wise

as one can go too far

and inadvertently cause pain

to someone close and dear

all one can do is hope that this

did not cause any fear


Tuesday, November 1, 2005


alone in the wood

the flower stood

doing what

a flower should

budding, blooming, withering


all alone no matter

how it tried


i write

what i feel

i feel what i right

maybe its not happy

maybe its not light

but this is how

i feel tonight


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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