Saturday, June 23, 2007

a tense disquiet covers me

it blinds, corrupting all i see

this inner churning restless bent

excess energy so misspent

i cannot curb nor run from this

no escape to silence, no numbing bliss

 

Monday, June 18, 2007

she found herself inside a hole

it was so dark, so very cold 

surrounded by voices

people talking

her isolation, sealed with caulking

she tried to clutch onto the sides

pull herself up

but she started to slide

and the next morning

when she awoke

her heart was parched

she started to choke

she was no longer within that abyss

but it brushed past her cheek

with an ominous kiss

Saturday, June 16, 2007

he tries so hard to find a way

to make her feel secure each day

with his thoughts, his every action

the joy he gives, his satisfaction

his heart the place she can call home

so for this man, she writes this poem

 

Thursday, June 14, 2007

he holds the little girl at night

to keep her calm

to quell her fright

and even if she cannot sleep

he holds her in his love so deep

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

another poem re: lifes short jaunts

angry words, those

endless taunts

old expressions from

inner  haunts

hunger ceaseless

unstated wants

Saturday, June 2, 2007

the sun all around me

i am covered with rain

churning inside me

all this endless pain

no respite no sleeping

too tired for weeping

the sand on the beach

my only friend

grainy and true

until the end

the ocean is lapping

the beach with its wave

riptide internal

will noone save

either i am clowning

or  else i am drowning

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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