Wednesday, February 25, 2015

she kissed her youth

she kissed her youth,
behind her mind
as she lay on the bed
knees bent.
tired eyes
that voice and spirit
faint but she could
hear it.
words and lyrics
past now vivid
behind the veil
that life and its
trials
place before
all those who reach
that certain point
where reflection replaces
regret.

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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.