Wayzata, Minnesota

Monday, September 2, 2013

The Mag - 184

"Looking back, I have this to regret, that too often when I loved, I did not say so." - David Grayson


Cat Stevens said it so well.....

"I always knew looking back on my tears would bring me laughter," so true right? But, even more truthful, the older I get, and the more laughter I share, his ending completes his quote so eloquently.

"But I never knew looking back on my laughter would make me cry."

Artwork by Jeanie Tomanek

On The Outside
She sits
with wings of hope
a lucky charm
 from her ankle.
A basket of dreams
in one hand
and lofty dreams
Infused with hope
she motions
to the dove of peace.
On The Inside
she swells of rankle
she just can't shake.

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Laurie Kolp said...

Rankle... great word, Karen. Outside appearances can be so deceiving, can't they?

Kutamun said...

That Ghost of Christmas Past that we all share , so essential and so shunned in the modern " white light only " spiritual move,ent . Cherish him / her , these fallen Angels provide the tension that makes us grow, but no doubt, they can be terrifying.
Sending you lots of white light !

Helen said...

Dreams and hopes ~ why are they so elusive, quite frustrating ... yes!

TexWisGirl said...

yes, rankle is a great word...

Truedessa said...

A basket of dreams and hope may they one day take flight.

Anonymous said...

nice interpretation... if only she could somehow get that dove of peace to settle in her heart?

Tess Kincaid said...

Ah we all have our baskets...

Titania said...

Karen, I like a basket of dreams, it gives hope all it needs.

darlin said...

A dream and a wish, put together eloquently Karen. Awesome job!

Jinksy said...

Love 'Rankle' - but it is actually a verb, so it would have been more correct if you'd ended with something like 'Inside, doubt rankles.' Just a thought...

Jerry E Beuterbaugh said...

Shake it off, baby!

ds said...

Love the basket of dreams. Rankle is an interesting choice, evoking stuff that bothers one and also echoing "rancour" which is anger. Neat. Thank you.

Little Nell said...

Thank goodness they were wings of hope and that the basket was full of dreams; she was otherwise in a precarious position.

poga poetry said...

well done Karen...thanks for sharing