Friday, January 10, 2014

she did not

she did not always
do what she was told.
she could never be bought,
though up the river
she was sold.
time passed with
no wisdom
accumulated.
just runaway dreams
deeply dissipated.
days years hours,
seconds decades
counted.
never to return
lost in tension
mounted.
coping skills at times
off to one side.
no way to count the
tears that she cried.
(at times tears did not
come,
so inside,
she died.)


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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