 |
| ny botanical gardens |
with plans to fail.
do not act surprised,
do not moan or wail.
you wrote the chapters,
squandered every
page and word.
and then you blame
others...
how absurd!
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
.jpg)
Posts
Followers
Blog Archive
-
▼
2013
(893)
-
▼
October
(80)
- if i had a magic wand...
- chaoscacaphony
- remember me as a rose...for my mother
- the light is gone
- rhodes
- so tired she was
- a circle of birds
- i guard my mountain
- falling into
- day sky moonrise
- color vibrato
- until
- the color of leaves
- on the back of a hawk
- little fat birdie
- feather light
- on the ledge we sit
- she searched for a poem
- and
- green cascades on concrete
- if you want to
- a spot of red
- her rising
- she runs to colors
- hello sun
- we are still here
- the birdie tree
- for alice herz-sommer
- curling leaf
- colors bouncing
- she moves in shadows
- if you build
- evermore lovely
- and so
- to save
- the earth mother
- sadness follows
- without knowing
- fear and false pride
- sentience
- each cell
- where the buffalo roamed
- little hummingbird
- so tired
- by nature, made
- garage eagle daze
- my heart it hurts
- look
- cute little critter
- bees and flowers
- is up to you
- dance on
- in the cornered
- skytrees
- the little girl looked
- week daze
- roses are read
- within branches
- grace avenue parker
- little urban birdie
- between the cracks
- she stands
- you rail you shout
- tread
- my online store....paintings, photos poetry and so...
- for the sad and oppressed everywhere
- footprints of birds in the sand
- beach birds
- beach butterfly
- if hearts were rainbows
- little friend
- a gentle bed
- we want to
- kissed not missed
- squirrel time in the bronx
- urban waterfalls
- what do i see
- feel the beauty
- congross....clucktweet!
- garage eagle nights
-
▼
October
(80)
About Me
- karen lyons kalmenson
- I am a proud senior, forever hippie, who has incorporated the peace and love vibe into the technosphere of the 21st century. Gratitude and love of all beings is what I live for and how I live. My husband and I are guardians of pteribird in heaven and magic Mikey a special needs senior parrot, whose intelligence and love is beautiful and humbling. Blessings
No comments:
Post a Comment