Sunday, March 15, 2015

i cannot touch you

i cannot touch you.
your visage,
faded behind
filters, experiential.
world wearied.
songs that were us,
now pretty tunes
that touch ever so
that spot once
aching  with feeling.
youth and decades,
swept up in time's
torrential downpours
and sun spots.
the dreamer still dreams
at night,
dreams forgotten
by morning.
lodged somewhere
in the collection
that is and was,
my life.

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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