Tuesday, March 31, 2015

the old soldier

in his quiet moments
he remembers
marching with his soldier
brothers
weatherbeaten, hungry,
tired....scared.
every step a potential
death.
a breath without terror,
a luxury they could not afford.
together they marched,
in only that one moment.
now the old soldier sits,
silent.
surrounded by love,
his breathing labored.
his energy now a memory.
stored with
those of his brothers
taken by a long ago war.
he feels the path clearing,
he sighs, he sees.
he waits.
he knows.




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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