Friday, March 30, 2007

here i sit at the edge of a drain

too tired to buckle under the strain

although my life seems pallid and plain

it is what i chose so why complain

unless i change, seek what i desire

i am the keeper of my own mire

and in this muck i will always swim

until the lights grow very dim

so i must decide

to grow or to hide




Monday, March 26, 2007

the spring arrives

more warmth less cold

as time has passed

i feel so old

even with warm weathers transition

i still sense my shaky position

on ground soft and yielding 

hurts it may be wielding

all the time thinking

denying the sinking

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

i am lost in a world

i cant call my own

my heart is so heavy

i feel so alone

noone wants to bother

noone cares to listen

i look out the window

at all i am missing

all that has happened

and perhaps that which will

i sit here in silence

distraught and quite still

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

a soul divided
a soul complete
respite from tears
a welcome treat
but dare to combat
lifes deceipt
now that is quite an
agile feat.

Wednesday, March 7, 2007

another entry came and went

sitting here is time well spent?

on my neuroses

cant make a dent


Friday, March 2, 2007

on the surface

smiles and glee


such troubles be

moving  forward

in name only

feeling tired

 inner lonely

going through the motions

drowning in dark lotions



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greetings! i have managed to incorporate my eternal woodstock 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...waking up in the morning. i find inspiration in too many things to list, and far too many more to remember. sketching, watercolor painting,poetry and photography are 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.