Sunday, December 17, 2017

what pretty light

what pretty light
earthen tones
dressed in
white

Saturday, December 16, 2017

once upon a birdie tree

once upon a birdie tree
she smiles and watched them
gleefully.
thinking about the where
whats
and why
the gift of birds
and how
they fly

Friday, December 15, 2017

the chill

the chill
envelops
decorates
as winter
approaches
and navigates.

Thursday, December 14, 2017

blend

if a blend
there was
of mindful
hearts.
of souls as one.
with words in
velvet
gently brushing past.

the cold the snow

the cold the snow
which way to go
i think i know

Wednesday, December 13, 2017

there are

there are cars and building
when the day is done..
but there is forever
the setting sun.

Monday, December 11, 2017

his tears of ice

his tears of ice
he could not break
nor by warmth
be touched.

be not, by time

be not by time
your heart to make
be not by time
a heart to break
be not by time,
broken
take time in hand
a word, softly
spoken
the kindness we
all understand.

Sunday, December 10, 2017

the snow

the snow she fall
gently laughing
as the trees
so gracefully
accept her icy
kiss.

Friday, December 8, 2017

from here, the cold

from here,
the cold
so stark
so bold.

Thursday, December 7, 2017

here

here sit I
run I shall
my life is motion
a most peculiar
notion.

Wednesday, December 6, 2017

by light

by light she reached
her fingers
sparkling
the dark rejoiced
in her glory

Monday, December 4, 2017

the sun replies

the sun replies
sitting down
time to rest
the moon will
soon be
in town.

what say the moon

what say the moon
as shine she will
upon all others,
never still.
what say the moon
as clouds pass behind
the sun is coming,
she gently reminds.

Sunday, December 3, 2017

the seeds

feelings are
seeds
to be nurtured.

Saturday, December 2, 2017

oh where

oh where times goes,
sweet winter rose.

Friday, December 1, 2017

make of this

make of this what you will
make of this what you say
love
is not just a thrill
and then go away.

betreeween

between the walls
not I created
a place grow
but barely sated
limited in
depth width
and scope
a world unstrung
by a fragile
rope.

Monday, November 27, 2017

planetoids

Planetoids when annoyed
Are pretty but one should
Still avoid

Saturday, November 25, 2017

e merge

if of each moment
you live on the verge,
you never know what
wonders
will
emerge.

Friday, November 24, 2017

lingua franca

love is language universal...the heart is the nation in which we all dwell.

a maze

a maze a tangle
whatever the angle
trying to decipher
what cannot be
read.

the burnished

the burnished haze
so far away
the yesterdazed
will
forget
today.

Wednesday, November 22, 2017

mindlossed

so full a life
so full of life
now darkness
shrouds
a mind,
in clouds.
today
tomorrow
all yesterdays 
now
if only i could borrow
somewhere
somehow
a minute
a second
an hour or so
to bring you back
not watch you go.




Monday, November 20, 2017

cascading

cascading clouds...
where dreams over,
waiting to be
found.

Sunday, November 19, 2017

gather

gather the wind
the stars
wherever you
are
when blown about
take them
with you,
and shout.

Saturday, November 18, 2017

slipptrip

this pic could be seen as
a Freudian slippy
but i think it is
rather trippy.

landcoral

landcoral floral
suburban
pastoral.

Friday, November 17, 2017

how we love

our breath and heart beats on every one of their heartbeats and breath

Thursday, November 16, 2017

cavern tavern

the ice so nice
in cavern tavern

Monday, November 13, 2017

veterans day...repost

veterans day
they stormed the beaches
on that cold gray day.
they did not know what to do
nor what to say....
they ran straight ahead into enemy fire
friends around them shot dead
such scenario dire.
yet fought they did
for the freedoms they believe.
we are thankful for those who made it
and for those who did not, we grieve.
for without these heroes
we could not type these words
stand for that which matters
have our voices heard.


if we work hard and pray,
perhaps one day all wars
will go away


prayer

we share one world and in this spirit we need to love and support each other...there is no room for hate on this small blue orb we call earth. we pray for those who have lost so much due to this terrible tragedy. we pray for healing and we pray for unity. Namaste

the sky

the sky reveals
its beauty
heals.

Saturday, November 11, 2017

one leaf remains

one leaf remains to tell the tale
though silently, she waits.

froz

he could never truly touch the frozen flower that she was.

Friday, November 10, 2017

be not afraid


be not afraid
if by winds the world
sends you a to and fro
look within
not the other way
beyond the din
and you will
grow.

Thursday, November 9, 2017

crow magnon hitchcocked

while on line in the food store
being one hungry slob
upon a car outside.
the crows started to mob
oh so slowly turned the clock
as the birds entered into
a full Alfred Hitchcock.
just goes to show
that wherever you be
there is always something
cool to see!

tears

if be tears
a heart surround
look closer, still
love will be
found.

Tuesday, November 7, 2017

edif us

can the walls we built
stand up against the storms
that loom between
us.

Monday, November 6, 2017

jeunessesphere


her youth, remembered
her wrinkled hands count
not what time has stolen
as they went about living.
her youth, remembered
when forward she sees
though
more lags
behind
her presentness.
her youth, remembered
the glow no longer
a new form of beauty,
perhaps it is.
what time that is left.

surprised

would it not be a great surprise
if a world of love awaits
when we open our eyes


Saturday, November 4, 2017

we are

we are one world and ONE with the world

nov embers

sweet sparkling autumn crisps
and colors
soon to fade
nov embers
remembered

Friday, November 3, 2017

how the fragile of a soul

how the fragile of a soul
when faced with the
hardened
happenstance
of circumstance
still finds a way
back to
the grace that is its
essence.

Thursday, November 2, 2017

the lush

the lush
the rush
the beauty
thing
the way
our world
can make
us
sing.

Wednesday, November 1, 2017

our eyes we close

our eyes we close
externally
but our inner eye
sees
eternally.

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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