Tuesday, June 3, 2014

her mourning was anger

her mourning was anger.
at all who survived.
guilt over the lost
while resenting those
still alive.
so twisted her torments
she lived unaware.
thinking of herself as
and that others
did not care.
those around
her were deeply
damaged by her
beauty she should find
the confusion,
and misery
on which she continued
to feed.

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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