Thursday, December 3, 2015

the sun rises

the sun rises on
those who mourn.
the sun rises
on those who scorn.
the sun rises
on those
loving and whole.
the sun rises on the
hatred
that robs the
haters
of their soul.
the sun rises
on those who cry,
but no longer rises
on those who have
died.
where has gone that innocence
carried in the womb
a heart beating and open
that becomes a tomb.
why do the evil and twisted
prey on anyone they can.
is this what will be the
final legacy of man.


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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