there was a gentle flower, of pigment bland,
just waiting to be chosen by someone's hand.
but all walked by as she did not shine,
through her petals, a lonely whine.
but soft were those petals, though of colors deplete,
and underneath the nettles, an aroma so sweet ♥
Saturday, May 15, 2010
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- karen lyons kalmenson
- 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.
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