Thursday, November 27, 2014

one can sit

one can sit in the muck
of what was and cannot
be changed.
one can expend far too
much  energies
trying to decipher
that not meant to be
explained.
one can wallow in
the sorrows,
and be by sadness,
consumed.
but all of that
steals time and
a life that needs
to be resumed.
yes there is the was
and the questions
that linger.
i prefer to focus
on the sweet breath
of our mother earth
on my finger.
a local beauty that caught my and i stopped

2 comments:

Fátima Pestana said...

AS ALWAYS MY DEAR, WISE AND SO TOUCHING WORDS, FOR I KNOW WHAT THEY MEAN AND WHAT YOU ARE LIVING.

THANK YOU FOR BEING MY FRIEND.

LOVE, ALWAYS,
FÁTIMA

karen lyons kalmenson said...

Thank you, sweet Fatima...it is an honor to be your friend.

Love from across the vast expanse and the proximity of the heart.


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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