Tuesday, August 29, 2006

have i found peace

are all my troubles past

will all my heartaches cease

will all this goodness last

 

 

Saturday, August 26, 2006

living as the seasons change

testing my emotional range

a chill is whispering in the air

breezing, dancing in my hair

yearning for a warm safe haze

as i sit here in a daze

autumn, winter not far behind

cant shake these changes

from my mind

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

i feel the quiet beneath my skin

it does create a mighty din

i feel the quiet around my soul

an empty part a vacant hole

i feel the quiet within and out

so loud at me it tries to shout

 i cannot run i cannot flee

the quiet lives inside

of me

i ask myself as i sit here

what does life have for me

more hurt, more pain more loneliness

or perhaps a touch of glee

i can barely see today

i cannot see tomorrow

the past i try to sweep away

some joy id like to borrow

Thursday, August 17, 2006

this was a night she spent alone

drinking wine talking on the phone

drowning in her old routine

thinking life so very mean

no sleep in sight no peace no rest

lost in her own empty nest

Monday, August 14, 2006

their time together

they laughed and smiled

fun was all they knew

but would she think

this was wasted time

as soon it would be

through?

Wednesday, August 9, 2006

the hours passed

the night grew long

she stood aghast

at all so wrong

surrounding her

amongst the mess

was there any good

is anybodys guess

want

she didnt trust his motivation

she sadly thought

with consternation

what from her did he really need

was it love or emotional greed

Tuesday, August 1, 2006

he needed her

she needed him

the future seemed

questionable

the past was grim

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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