Monday, October 31, 2016


a year ago 365 days
minutes and moments,
images saved.

Friday, October 28, 2016

sweet gentle dreams we wish

sweet gentle dreams we wish
for all the lost, that they be found
sweet gentle dreams we wish
that when they awaken
they turn around,
that the world smiles back
and they never stops trying.
that in tears they will never
but from joy
they will be crying.


from the cold, a heartbeat is heard, 
warm colors embrace. no need for words...


today the sun
from far away
a look into tomorrow,
not yesterday.

clouds and tree

my branches embrace
the clouds like dreams
that float away.
or so it 

Wednesday, October 26, 2016


life is hard...we try to soften the blows with cushions of kindness

Tuesday, October 25, 2016


a quick click and
snap and so
goes time
colors and moments
caught in rhyme.

Monday, October 24, 2016

we..garage eagles

by elements harsh
we are pounded
by people who
do not like us,
but together
we huddle
a force united
and strong.
the world not
exactly our oyster
but in this world
we belong!!

Sunday, October 23, 2016

another day too

as real it was
now images,

Friday, October 21, 2016

fog of volition

sweet fog of volition,
my sorrows

love that

love that,
which intrigues,

in moments, dark

in moments dark and frayed
where time stands still
and sadness
there are places
to remember
corners to forget
words uttered in
not spoken yet.
meaning never
mentioned but
never meant,
i run to those
gentle planets
by imagination,

Thursday, October 20, 2016

re: discovered

images of a day
but never

Monday, October 17, 2016

the walls

the walls that break
the walls that take,
be gone.
the walls that tears
cannot penetrate
be gone.
the walls that think
they are strong,
when they were weak
all along...
be gone.

the walls that cry
the walls that ask
the walls that answer
the walls that
don't try.

the walls that crumble
when by truth
the walls that should
never have been

be gone.

Saturday, October 15, 2016

garage eagle ponder

where once we thrived
here i stand
this concrete world
not as we planned.



we look at the world

we look at the world
through petals and layers
of the experiential,
real or imagined.

Friday, October 14, 2016

in the path of tears

in the path of tears
a drop of hope
and smiles await

Thursday, October 13, 2016


from what i understood
of the vagaries of love
pinkblues to blend
between hope
and heartache
the time,
to spend.


the clarity

Wednesday, October 12, 2016

which way

point me high
point me low
which way to go
i still don't know.

Monday, October 10, 2016

the ladybug dreams of dragonfly...repost

the ladybug dreams she is
a dragonfly.
soft pastel moments
floating by.
as on her loving
leaf sits she.
dreaming each
as it would be
if she did not
awaken from
her reverie.

oh dream

ah dream we must
to escape the schemes
that life dreams up
to vex us.

from the eyes of night

from the eyes of night
the roads we travel
by lights,
illuminated not
our perspective
true and broken.

Friday, October 7, 2016

from this window

from this window
so far from there
and much too close
to hear
the thoughts that
from ear

in a flower face

in a flower face
worlds to discover,

green angel wings

green angel wings
and silly things
heartbeats dancing
on sparkly strings.
murmurs spoken
words unsung.
silences broken...
a day,

Wednesday, October 5, 2016

love the world

love the world
and all without and within
be they of fur
feather or fin
worship the planet
...that we have been given
this glorious garden
where we are blessed
to be living

Tuesday, October 4, 2016

a little

each day a little universe
a million lifetimes
a thousand dreams.

Monday, October 3, 2016

the autumn...repost

the autumn in its smokey mystery
through eons, rewriting history
the grey lit sky
the musty air
cascading leaves
...on the ground, everywhere
a color chart of red golden hues
earth bound in part 
as they dance on our shoes

Sunday, October 2, 2016

a sunny day

with the beauty
of nature's gifts
and a sunny day,
my camera played.


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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