Saturday, January 31, 2015

4 word

walk forward slowly
with heart apace.
keep a smile
on your face.
looking back is
just to learn.
glance but once
and
never
turn.

Friday, January 30, 2015

that which

that which defies
definition
is defined by
its defiance.

those sweet sweet moments

those sweet sweet moments
that override.
all the bad stuff
that goes on in and outside.

two views

do we see two views
from the inner eye.
we really could..
if we try.

mementos and moments

mementos and moments
tears from the thick of it
and the periphery,
peppered with occasional
laughter.

Thursday, January 29, 2015

a life

a life of wasted rebelry
and misguided revelry

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

in truth

in some truths we revel
in others we cower
from what they
reveal.
we hide behind some lies
and others make
us feel less small.
we tend to define
by that which
we suppose would
somehow improve
that state of discomfort
in which
we all, at times,
reside.
through the windowglass, flakely

of times

times we have spent
things we have said.
moments now broken
swirling inside my head.
heart beats now silent,
while others,
still racing.
what happened then
and what we
are
now
facing.
middle neck and a state of grace

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

the strength of the fragile

the strength of the fragile.
at times brittle
at times
agile.
around the corner

to deny

to deny is to lie
to lie is to never learn.
to never learn is to
repeat..
my dad was involved in the liberation of dachau. what he saw changed him and altered the course of his life as he had thought it would be, previously.
to hate one group is to be able to hate any and all, including animal species...
blind hatred is ignorance and ignorance is voluntary stupidity!!!!!!
pledge to remember those who perished, and a brighter future will shine through the darkness

u c

there is beauty beneath the surface,
easily found...
if we open our eyes
and turn around.

do

do what you do
say what you say.
the truth will find you
anyway.

Monday, January 26, 2015

weather...or not

♪♫the weather outside is sh*tty.
although it is quite pretty....
time for winter to go...
who needs snow too
much snow 
too much
snow♫♪
stay safe all and keep your precious loved ones warm

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Sunday, January 25, 2015

walkward

do you walk with your feet under your control
or do you follow the paths of
other soles.

kwest

the quest for knowledge is infinite.
the lack of knowledge,
even more so.

Saturday, January 24, 2015

does color

does color radiate from without
or do we see colors,
from within.

the ice queen mosaic

the ice queen mosaic
lush in its
translucent, crystalline
yearning for love.
fearing the
warmth that would
destroy her,
she reached out...
melting away,
sans regrets.

the music touched her

the music penetrated the hard surface
she built to house her trembling core.
the music touched those sensitive places.
feelings she did not want to
feel anymore.
the music made her writhe in
her own skin.
the music that emanated
from within.

Friday, January 23, 2015

between

between empty spaces.
synapse and heartsounds.

Thursday, January 22, 2015

re sort

she grasped at words
that floated by,
with no context.
or one that they
denied.

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

did you

did you ever consider
what worlds we could
conquer,
if we found our
better
selves.

Sunday, January 18, 2015

a dream, lost for MLK

a dream,
lost in the haze
of anger and
hatred.
searching for a space
between those who
remember it,
and those who
who do not,
nor care to do
so.
a dream born
from a heart
filled with love
and hope.
believing in the
divine spirit
of man.
if we, too, believe
we can find his lost
dream
and live that
which he died
for.



Saturday, January 17, 2015

if i could count on my fingers

if i could count on my fingers
the days added up.
the needs not yet met.
could i count
on
you.
garage eagles

Friday, January 16, 2015

blue skies, white buffalo

blue skies
white buffalo
together on the
tapestry of mother
earth's
creations.
each shared breath,
a lifetime
spoken.

trussed, unbroken

how do you regain
once suspicions,
doubts and questions
invade the now convoluted
sphere of trust

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

monarch mosaic

the beauty of monarchs
their magic wondrous.
their numbers once vast,
disappearing from view.
a face from our ancient
worlds mysteries
as they fly into the moonlight
the stars cry out their names.

if words could touch

if words could touch that part of you
that hurts and heals not from its wounds.
each syllable a prayer filled with
love and hope.

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

garden

feed your dreams and watch them grow

Monday, January 12, 2015

hied

life knocking loudly
do not want to hear
all that nonsense that
is heading here.
want to hide
under my wing...
alas i am human
and cannot do
that thing.
magic mikey hide and go beak

the path weighs

the words we speak
are our actions in tow.
the paths we take.
the truths we know.
the sorrows we carry.
the joys that
come our way.
those basic moments
that we compose
as our day.

Friday, January 9, 2015

beneath

a liquid wasteland
in which to dream.
of life as it should be,
not as it
seems.

flower, captured

a flower captured,
its beauty floating
in water and glass.


Thursday, January 8, 2015

and then one day

and then one day,
the spacemen came,
took man as entertainment.
things were not the same.
suddenly, man, on display.
in his cage,
understood the animals.
in their sadness and.
their rage.

what is your beacon

the love light shimmers, gossamer in the sun.
in the darkness of evening, all fears are
undone.
the bleakcloud of hate rains harsh pellets
on all.
under its shadow, only misery
calls.
there is no sating hatred.
its appetites evil fed.
love nurtures
grows from
its own
beauty,
so why not follow
it,
instead.

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

coldgentle

coldgentle the snow upon
the leaves.
thus, with gratitude
it is received.
sliding home

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

waters

drink from the well
of your own imaginings.
lest the waters grow fallow
and you drown in waste
and indifference.
at norman j

Saturday, January 3, 2015

we are

we are the light in a sea of darkness. we show the way, we follow our heartspirits. we walk paths
unbroken by doubt or denial. our truth is the northstar. and kindness the beacon that takes us home.

Friday, January 2, 2015

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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