Monday, June 30, 2014

lace and petals

lace and petals
summer's dance
so short and
yet it lingers....
but never long
enough
norman j levy

orange beckons

orange beckons
your imaginings...
norman j levy

a little dove lived in a tree

a little dove lived in a tree.
she sang her song.
so
norman j levy park
happily.
the tree's warm
branches.
loving arms.
she felt safe
and far from
harm.

a heart like a flower

a heart like a flower
once closed
now open.
good things can
happen...
we are always
hoping.
norman j levy park

well...do you

do you follow the herd,
or stand apart.
do you lead with
your head,
or listen to
your heart.
norman j levy park

Sunday, June 29, 2014

so tall i stand

so tall i stand
over the world
below.
above my branches
planting fields
there is
so much
more to
know.

little birdie in the tree

little birdie in the tree
so sweet she sits
in waiting....
planting fields

in her mind grew jungles

in her mind grew jungles,
tangles, vines.
planting fields


walk me through canopy

walk me through canopy
pink and lush,
soft and fragrant,
there is no
rush.
planting fields

bees

without bees,
we would not
be.
planting fields

bunk

underneath all that confusion and
crossed wires,
is a trunk.
hard to find under
all that bunk.
planting fields

perfection

perfection is not something
for which we strive.
we are just happy
to be alive.
planting fields

Friday, June 27, 2014

am i an elephant, an elk or a crocodile

am i an elephant, an elk or a crocodile.
sit with your imagination for a while.


the planting fields of the
imagination.

in the blink of a tree trunk
an elephant's eye

a little bug answers

a little bug answers
the flower's call.
planting fields arboretum

we are borne

we are borne of metal thunder.
in
technotacky noise.
but we have found a way
to experience our
own joys.
planting fields arboretum

this is my last breath...for the little pigeon killed by a heartless motorist in the garage where she lived

this is the last breath i will take.
my wings can no longer flutter.
i am barely awake.
the pain is gone but i
still cannot see.
there is no future
for my mate to
be with me.
i am breathing softly
now.
i tuck in my head.
i wanted to wake up
tomorrow.
but i was hit by a
car instead.
so humans who drive
look all around.
there is life in the air
and there is life
on the ground.
birdie paradise...planting fields arboretum

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

walking tree

walking tree wanders,
his roots in tow.
not quite knowing
where to go.
but walk he does
branches clad
in green leaves.
home he will find,
he fervently
believes.
ny botanical gardens

what if life was a sailboat race

what if life was a sailboat race.
in joyous exhilaration
from place to place.
other boats to be
found.
an armada at play.
as long as the waves
don't go away.
between staten island and new jersey

the birdie rock

we are birds of the
sea.
here we flock
to one of our
we are ready for our close up
birdie rocks.
the birdie rock

bridge from

bridge from the land
bridge from the sea.
same bridge different
vantage point,
interpreted by
same me.


the verrazano


baby garage eaglespeak

to you this is cold
concrete,
stained and severe.
to us this is home
and we live
here.
baby beakys

sunlight and shadows

sunlight and shadows
dance so lightly
on our faces...
on the way home from yoga

whorls and wonders

whorls and wonders.
twists and turns.
colors splashed
harmonious.
outside the garage eagle kingdom

her inner wilderness

her inner wilderness.
nature sounds.
sights and moments.
by realities
run aground.
the grace of grace

Monday, June 23, 2014

cascading

cascading flowers
in rains of grass.
resilient, beautiful
and as fragile
as glass.
walking errands

my love is petals on a rose

my love is petals on a rose.
my love is love you
and
it always grows.
around the corner

pompom planet too

pompom planet of


so many colors


waters blue

waters, blue
what say
you.

high seas sunday

on the water

on the water i feel
as tall as the sky.
between staten island and new jersey

blue sea oceans

blue sea oceans,
city sits against
the sky.
on the high seas off staten island

Saturday, June 21, 2014

flowers and brick

flowers and brick
one of delicate beauty
the other of  hardiness
and grace.
how lovely together
they occupy
this space.
on errands

with a heart so tall

with a heart so tall,
yet
kensingon
he built strong
walls.

Friday, June 20, 2014

query-loss

when the answer is given
before the question
is asked.
the meaning is lost
in self made illusions.
down the street

ONE

when we see other lives
as not being different
than our own,
in our hearts we
have truly
grown♥
garage eagle friends

Thursday, June 19, 2014

i look forward

i look forward,
but do not look
ahead.
wetlands, ny botanical gardens

patterns

random choices,
or deliberate
design.
patterns....
ny botanical gardens

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

dainty needles

dainty needles
or prickly
irritations....
you decide.
ny botanical gardens

the road turns

the road turns,
the road meanders.
the road follows
its moments
as others
ny botanical gardens
sign
on.

colors

we are orange today.
tomorrow,
who can say.
ny botanical gardens

the wisdom of trees

the wisdom of trees.
they know when
to stand still,
and when to sway
with the breeze.
ny botanical gardens

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

the shadows of you

the shadows of you,
in fading,
whispered
tendrils.
outside garage eagle kingdom

a pot of flowers

a pot of flowers,
like wishes.
admired, dreamed
about...
then walked past.
on middle neck

Monday, June 16, 2014

in darkest green

in darkest green
hints of the
bluest sky
entangled moments
view from the garage eagle kingdom

an animal's prayer






dear humans,
this earth we share, please hear our prayer.
you have big toys and machines...
sometimes you are mean.
we live here too, just like you...
we live and die, we even cry.
so today we pray, as we
always do...
that we can get some kindness,
understanding and
compassion from
you

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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