Monday, January 13, 2014

olde school

the halls never silent in her heart,
as she walked that path each day.
she was afraid to fall apart.
at times she did, but she
found her way.
the isolation ringing like sad bells,
inside her ears.
through decades come and gone.
that lonely girl, the one she
always knew.
and tried to build upon.
alma mater

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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