whatever happens, love turns to dust
all the once romantic trappings,
soon start to rust
cracks in the fabric mistrust
at the helm
unquestioned answers
then overwhelmed
lost in the every day
tossings and turnings
the once "great passion"
no longer yearning
inner misworkings
doubts and long
harbored fears
shed their great clouds
over anyone near
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
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About Me
- 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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