Friday, July 31, 2015

with wrinkled hands, she sings

with wrinkled hands she sings
her heart searching for the angels.
the dances she could have led.
the words she could have written
the depression she found, instead..
the clock that ticked
the cruel hand of time
that made each second a sad rhyme
each year a lost blessing.
she sits with her music
lost in confessing.
the young girl inside
yearning not
to hide.
too late she fears
nobody hears.

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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