Friday, May 24, 2013

flowers on concrete

game face on,
have to play.
like flowers on concrete,
walls get in
the way.

rules to be broken,
or broken by rules.
real or a token,
we don't learn this
in school.

like flowers on concrete,
rooted in shaky earth.
buffeted by storms,
more than a lifetime's
worth.

trying to climb
on surfaces hostile
and cold,
listening or not
to what we
were/are told.

like flowers on concrete,
where warm does not go.
this is where we are and
how are we expected
to grow.
 
photo taken in transit

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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