never knew.
that precipice of terror
she barely clung to.
afraid to look down,
up to far away to see...
so she looked within
to end this misery.
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- to poems i run
- those moments
- fore and aft
- ship ahoy
- numbers on a stone
- we are never too far
- we walk together
- all though you are gone
- mistyfall
- myster-eye
- i will find pretty colors
- the humdrum
- in the haze
- if for a brief moment
- we never know
- his nights
- now one
- mist
- a
- through wisps and shadows
- around her, gathered
- sweet autumnfall
- from cornereye
- re-flection
- we bunch
- to float in space
- do you have that resting space
- she stood up
- you were our hothouse flower....for pteribird
- her last moments
- she collected her hurts
- thoughts and bundles
- do you follow
- little bells
- she ran to rhyme
- on edge of where she never knew
- i am a parrot...in honor of pteribird and magic mikey
- on the surface of periphery
- though joy
- tendrils and blossoms
- squ-world too or a squirrel's tail
- solo
- a feast of color
- rushing waters
- i have never asked
- synaptic spaces
- if life were as easy as pie
- flatitudes
- for some
- the big the small
- walk gently
- to stand
- in which one
- she tried
- veritasse
- sometimes
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- juxtaposed
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About Me
- karen lyons kalmenson
- I am a proud senior, forever hippie, who has incorporated the peace and love vibe into the technosphere of the 21st century. Gratitude and love of all beings is what I live for and how I live. My husband and I are guardians of pteribird in heaven and magic Mikey a special needs senior parrot, whose intelligence and love is beautiful and humbling. Blessings
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