Thursday, February 13, 2014

she found a flower

crouching sadly in the dirt, the pile that was her life. she rifled through memories as offal to be discarded with
disgust and disdain. she rummaged through what was, as the detritus floated by her..

she found a flower.

she pressed the flower against her worn skin. each petal caressed where tears were once copious and at times, bitter.  she put the flower to her lips, its exquisite velvet presence filling her with aromas of mystery, as they danced  by her nostrils.






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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