Thursday, July 31, 2008

as i sit and plunder

every little blunder

i often sit and wonder

what dark cloud i was under

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

how does it feel, to belong

not just listening, but part of the song?

Monday, July 28, 2008

from old anger repented

far from lost, demented.

circles run ever growing wider

caught in the web

i am my own spider.

Saturday, July 26, 2008

every day i live with the certainty that i cannot shake my insecurity

inside me lurking, peering about, that unloved girl trying to get out

she sits in my eyes how i see myself

trying to sabotage with her bitter stealth

mocked as a youth, seldom told the truth

almost never smiled turned to running wild

struggling as an adult to find my own ways

hoping to find peace one of these days

still hungry for acceptance tired of anything less

trying to wriggle out of that old  tattered dress

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

a writers block has landed on my head

i really should have stayed in bed

 

 

Monday, July 21, 2008

my circumstances in life have changed

inner life not rearranged

looking for a collaboration

between being loved and consternation

keep asking myself what was i thinking

life passing me by before eye blinking

365 days what happens in a year

squandered on self doubt and fear

Sunday, July 20, 2008

today i sat deliberating

did not want pain reverberating

deleted entries stale dont need em

and dont want anyone

to read em:)

Friday, July 18, 2008

a poem is starting to fester

another empty gesture as a poem is starting to fester

of youth so lost and wasted a life just barely tasted

the days i count so slowly years i felt so lowly

what i could have been lost in this chagrin

 

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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