Monday, October 15, 2012

her hands

her hands are crumpled.
her face is lined,
time has passed too quickly,
life has been unkind.
she has drifted back slowly
lost in sorrow and grief,,
she has sought the wrong
avenues of relief.
she has thought of quitting,
seeing only dark,
then in the midst of this silence,
she has felt that spark.
although the clock is wicked,
time plays tricks to the eyes
and mind,
her belief in love,
never fell behind.
and in this silly, perhaps
childish notion,
she has found the sources
of her devotion...

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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