Friday, March 31, 2006

why does life have to be such pain

over and over and over again

after every battle i  have fought

the wrath of cerberus

upon me wrought

every aching twisting turn

the scorching fire

endless burn

smoldering as a dying ash

every hope upon me dashed

the word of hope constabulary

in another's  life

vocabulary

 

 

 

Friday, March 3, 2006

the window

the air was cold

but she felt warm

feelings buzzed inside her

like a swarm 

she revelled in the felicity

of this self-generated

electricity

 

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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