Friday, September 29, 2017

the greens

the greens the lush
by sunlight
brushed.

off we fly

off we fly
the highs
and lows
the wind
that propels us
to where we go.

Wednesday, September 27, 2017

heartcircles

if we draw heartcircles around our world that is crying.
would joy soon appear...seems worth the trying.

upon the face

upon the face
where time has
its hand
a heart that yearns
to understand.

Tuesday, September 26, 2017

dreams that run

dreams that run
between sea and sky
never finding a place
without
knowing why.

sqwhirl

for food i search.
i forage here
and there.
some people left me
food,
glad to know they care.
but next time please
a nut or two.
this popcorn will not
really do.
but ooh it sure is
fun to chew.

Monday, September 25, 2017

his love

his love,
she dream
would be petals
on flowers
depth
resonating
in gentle
and
power

freed dome

stand up,
sit down,
be whoever you are.
hold your ground.
but remember from where
your freedom came.
freedom is much
more than a game!

Saturday, September 23, 2017

radar pretty

radar pretty
watched the world
with eyes as large
as the sun that
kissed her.

a silhouette

a silhouette of prayer
against brick and sky,
we're almost there.

the fringe is

the fringe is where she lives
yearns to belong
yet gets it
wrong.

Friday, September 22, 2017

little rose

little rose
so tall and bright
the day awaits
beckoned by
night

a little

a little yes
a little no
i just don't know
which way to
go.

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

lovespill

let love spill
from what pose it know
as long as it gets where
it needs to go.

tree bark snail tail

tree bark snail tail
where do you go.
the world moves so
fast,
yet you move
so
slow.

Monday, September 18, 2017

if dreams 1

  1. if dreams drifted, the earth shifted. in our hearts would we feel gifted

sweet late summer salad

sweet later summer salad
a feast for the eye palate

Sunday, September 17, 2017

the walk i took

the walk i took until i saw
the open book
that you are.
the treasured pages
that you turn
the love that is yours
and mine
to
learn.

brain trussed

what is inside those convolutions
complacent thoughts
or revolution/

Friday, September 15, 2017

fadingbat

twinkle tinkle
fading bat
getting old
and that's a fact
hard to hear
and hard to type
how else am I gonna
gripe.
losing muscles
gaining pounds
was once a square
now turning round
pimples left
so wrinkles could move in
pardonez moi while I
scoop up all o my chins
memory fails from time to time
breaking my nails
while typing this rhyme
my inner teenager
is a tad confused
the old bat on the cover
is not amused.
oh well I am lucky to still be
here at all.
(I shrunk and I sure miss
being tall)

Thursday, September 14, 2017

she looks at

she looks at life in pieces and bits
trying to make the best of it
stages, phases. buds and stems
a part and yet apart
from
all
of
them.

for what i know

for what I know
the void  not
filled
so much to learn
a life,
untilled.

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

we are kakapo..repost

we are kakapo

we are kakapo
just in case you
did not know....
we live by night
we lack flight
we prefer
the ground
but we do
climb around.
there are so
few of us
that remain.
we need your help
so please explain
to all that do not
understand
that we are part
of the landscape
and essential
to our land.
thank you for reading
and learning a bit
about us.
we are humble
yet mighty
and do not
want to make
a fuss.

Monday, September 11, 2017

a rose so bright

you are a rose
so bright
the night sky
cries out your name
echoed by the stars
as moonlight
wanders.

k 9/11 hearts repost

k 9/11 hearts
They stand by their person
Tall and proud
Waiting for each command
By hand signal or aloud...
Their paws are so tired
They are cut until raw
But they keep on going
Keep looking for more
Into the rubble into the fray
Not fearing trouble
Will someone be saved today.
Eyes tearing from smoke
They plow straight ahead
As they cough and they choke
Perhaps wishing for bed
Tirelessly devoted doing their best
At the end of the long day
Head on their person’s chest
Knowing tomorrow
Will be more of this sorrow

if we

if we choose to see
with "blinded" eyes
who will hear
the wounded's  cries
who will reach out
who will go that
one step, far
so we can be better
than
we
are.

for just a moment...9/11/01 through.....

for just a moment
as we
grieve
for just a moment
can we believe.
can we embrace
a better place.

for just a moment

a loving, peaceful
space.

we honor those who perished
we remember those we cherish.

Friday, September 8, 2017

chainged

to change
we are chained
and yet freed
to grow.
which one I
believe
i yet hardly
know.

by heart

by heart we ask
to do the task.
the heart is never
an empty
flask.

she looked, so soft

she looked sweet softly
at a world
so harsh and yet
as gentle
as the touch
she embraced.

Tuesday, September 5, 2017

if the heart

if the head hears
the heartsounds
clear as a bell
our world would
be a heaven
instead of
a hell.

Saturday, September 2, 2017

the whimsy

the whimsy up
a look and smile
imagination sets in
nice place to rest
for
a while.

little times

little times we
sit
with rhymes
that
flit.

Friday, September 1, 2017

o range

to the ones whose
range of tears
cover only
the circumference of
their own being
we cry for the joys
you are also
missing.

the world, a shade

the world
of shadows
shade
and sun
lost found
remembered...
before,
undone.

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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