Tuesday, April 21, 2009

few tile

you cannot fix
what is irrevocably broken
any effort you make
would be perceived as a

Thursday, April 16, 2009

the illness nibbled
as it lunged at her creativity
trying to take with it
all artistic proclivity

Monday, April 6, 2009

as rain drops fall
the wind is blowing
trees bend down
as they are knowing
she sits at her desk
trying to write
not so easy
she was awake all night
thoughts were racing
in every direction
clouded, muddy
no resolutions
nor epiphanies
just the usual question
why is it always me?

Saturday, April 4, 2009

the sisters of poetry

some of us like to read
others like to create
some grab the lead
while others leave it to fate
we all join our hands
in exploring our souls
life makes such demands
why is it so hard to stay whole?

Friday, April 3, 2009

stub born

when "grown ups" have a problem
they cannot/will not fix
little children get caught up
in the mix
adults live with all their stubborness
but the children get hurt
inside this mess

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

the early bird catches the worm

and if the worm turns out to be a snake
that's okay maybe the bird's a fake


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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.