Wednesday, March 4, 2015

she turned

she turned away
from the the wall
where neither truth nor

reality acknowledged
each other,
yet intersected at a
juncture which
could not accommodate
both, while
realizing the answer
was not the issue...
the game was.
she sat, wearing a
cloak of sadness,
profound.
and
righteous anger.
life,
with its serpentine
profusions.
she stopped.
she started to smile.
she believed it.

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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