Monday, November 13, 2006

my best poems

are borne from pain

nested in my grief

again

words flow torrents

tears nonending

rhymes and meter

so heart rending

the little girl sat on the stoop

crying as her eyelids droop

no sleep in sight

another restless night

tired from losing

tired from the fight

tired of being tired

feeling very wired

 

i dont know why

i bother to try

all it does is

make me cry

disillusion coupled

with deceit

add this to my

souls defeat

i think i should just

close the door

not let in heartache

anymore

Tuesday, November 7, 2006

your arms around me

my eyes close

your warmth and spirit

as i doze

embraced, protected

safe from fear

as we sleep

so very near

 

 

 

 

Wednesday, November 1, 2006

still being tested

i sit, unrested

although some demons

 i have bested

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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