Friday, June 26, 2015

faded flowers

you see we as faded flowers
relics now as we count the hours
we see us as in full bloom
time is short and
there is no time for
gloom.
we cherish each petal
each move
each word
if you choose not to hear us.
we know we are heard.
so you of visage still
bright and green.
your full beauty and
promise has not yet
been seen,
though tarnished a tad
to your eyes view.
to our inner workings.
we are still young,
too.

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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