Thursday, November 27, 2014

one can sit

one can sit in the muck
of what was and cannot
be changed.
one can expend far too
much  energies
trying to decipher
that not meant to be
explained.
one can wallow in
the sorrows,
and be by sadness,
consumed.
but all of that
steals time and
a life that needs
to be resumed.
yes there is the was
and the questions
that linger.
i prefer to focus
on the sweet breath
of our mother earth
on my finger.
a local beauty that caught my and i stopped

2 comments:

Fátima Pestana said...

AS ALWAYS MY DEAR, WISE AND SO TOUCHING WORDS, FOR I KNOW WHAT THEY MEAN AND WHAT YOU ARE LIVING.

THANK YOU FOR BEING MY FRIEND.

LOVE, ALWAYS,
FÁTIMA

karen lyons kalmenson said...

Thank you, sweet Fatima...it is an honor to be your friend.

Love from across the vast expanse and the proximity of the heart.

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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