one feather lived from
day to day.
a hard living it is,
the pigeon way.
with cars, and concrete,
trucks and noise.
a few moments of respite
for pigeon joys.
that hardscrabble birdlife
now snuffed away.
one feather was run over.
no more words to say.
ebbie the beagle learned to fly. he chose to live, not to die. this little spirit, so hurt in the past, his will to live…in freedom at last. though at at the hands of man, mistreatment obscene, he chose to forgive, not a bone in him mean. ebbie soars on courage’s wings. his world a flight of fancy, as his huge heart sings. he sees each day as a life, renewed. to all the people who save him a great big ♥thank you♥
dog passes dead puppy and honors her by burying her.
i found this baby on my way, so exposed and disrespected
she cannot stay. she never had a chance to
really live. so what i have
to her i will give. a blanket of earth,
a private place, as she goes onto
the angel’s space.
live and let love.
follow your own path.
do not pressure others
nor let others pressure you,
to love the way you/they
are expected to.
or the way they
would want you
love is yours
and be shared.
not to judge
or be judged
by those who
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
karen Lyons kalmenson