she hides her face
not wanting to
be seen as
what she is now.
afraid to look back
at the mirrors in
their eyes.
in her silent, final
battle,
alone she cries.
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| garden across the street |
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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
- tucked in fear
- juxtaposed
- even when
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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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