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Karen Price Poem
The water is cold,
I sit stiffly in the boat.
Again, I am lost.
The oars are secured.
Going downstream is a risk,
My eyes are open
I am quite a wreck,
Not knowing where to begin.
My eyes squeeze shut.
Where will I go now?
Lethergy lulls me to sleep,
I breathe in and out.
Surely, I must move?
The wind is silent and calm
I spin all around.
Let go of the oars!
Today is the day to trust.
The sun is warming,
Stretch out and relax.
Shallow water is muddy,
Not life threatening.
Copyright © Karen Price | Year Posted 2010
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Karen Price Poem
I went to the countryside and fell in love with sheep.
Even at this late date.
A city girl wanted to weave
a new fabric for living.
Run with them,
Lie with them,
Shear them.
Touch the lanolin,
Feel the softness,
Smell the rawness.
Look into those eyes,
Dye the wool.
Weave a shawl or blanket,
and crawl under it
Close to the earth
on a grassy hill
In Gloucestershire,
I slept.
Copyright © Karen Price | Year Posted 2006
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Karen Price Poem
His steps are heavy
Yet he is invisible
The panic sets in
Take him for a walk
Leave him some where safe and sound
To find his own way
The grey, dreary, day
Sputtering and spurting now
Big crocodile tears
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Karen Price Poem
I was just so young,
And searching for something new.
I wrote a letter.
Pouring out my heart
To you, a complete stranger,
I let it all out.
I turned a corner.
I danced toward a new life,
Risking what I knew.
The uncertain path,
A sort of yellow, brick, road,
Stretched out miles ahead.
Finding the wizard
Was never my intention.
I wanted freedom.
Life was so crowded
With responsibility
I could never rest.
I looked to you then,
As the model archetype.
You guided with care.
"Finding our own way."
Aspirational thinking,
Robust and naive.
You have now passed on.
Many miss your wisdom still,
Knowing you were real.
Your spirit dances!
Stirring our hearts and our minds.
Even as old crones.
Leaping into view,
We remember your unique
Choreography.
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Karen Price Poem
Tuscany beckons
Wandering minds traveling
On the sun's last rays
The pale flesh glowing
Mother stirs from her closed bed
She slides to a stop
Where is she going?
When will the awaited day
Arrive for our sakes?
Letting go is real
Cry, celebrate, or wishing
Through it all we wait
Touched by the angels
Her heavy eyelids closing
Old thoughts will return
A warm offering
Quiescent reality
Numbing all to sleep
Brother's soft hair
Sobbing through the stagnant air
Breathing in deeply
Distant music plays
Chords of joy and pain wander
Forever reaching
Sister's loss held in
Bursting with the hope for death
Squeezing in the love
Past, present, future
Father's sad joy leaking out
Through Venetian blinds
There are no angels
Hovering where we can see
Belief quivering
God sends us no signs
Mortality challenges
At sunset right here
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Karen Price Poem
Our secrets have life
Enormous flagellation
Waiting to be told
"What is it?", I ask
What is this dark atmosphere?"
"You are so quiet."
He will not tell me
Do I really want to know?
It may make things worse
Risk is always there
The friendship is suffering
The still, cold, silence
We dance around it
He goes back to his crossword
Productivity
Do we need secrets?
Preventing insanity
Keeping ourselves whole
Marriage is a gift
Yet, its burdens weigh on us
Too many questions
I will stay quiet
Until I find an answer
He does not know it
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Karen Price Poem
Sledge hammers breaking
Through the invisible walls
Holding me hostage
Chip away the pain
Moving toward releasing
The bricks and mortar
Where is my power?
My strength is dissipating
My resolve so weak
Needing to move on
Two heavy feet are throbbing
My balance is off
Summoning courage
I swing wildly back and forth
Expecting a change
Copyright © Karen Price | Year Posted 2007
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Karen Price Poem
Contractions will come
Laboring actions are near
Even for life's end
Birth from beginning
Holds no exacting promise
Trial and error
Moving on the path
Silently moving forward
Looking back is hard
Rest is soon needed
Maintaining the stamina
For life's obstacles
Forgiving the past
Requires a steady heart beat
No time for panic
Freedom for being
All that you were meant to be
Is always so close
Time for holding on
Escapes with a little sigh
Letting relief in
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Karen Price Poem
He is still living.
"There are more fish in the sea."
We all hold our breath.
At ninety, he plans
For a future to unfold.
We do support him.
Our fears and cautions
Seem to cramp his style these days.
We all scratch our heads.
A new woman now?
Wanting to make a new life?
What is he thinking?
We are all busy.
We feel the passing years too.
What can we offer?
We are changing too.
Aging faster and faster.
Children now switch roles.
"Do what you think best."
We still stumble with questions,
Risking disrespect.
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Karen Price Poem
Life can cause us pain.
The chapters of life vary.
There are lessons here.
No one escapes them.
Every challenge teaches us
Where to start again.
Our childhood lives on,
We rebel and we resist.
Change is not easy.
Mistakes remind us
Of momentary lapses,
We have created.
Life provides balance.
There are highs and there are lows,
But joy does exist.
Keeping our focus
Demands a steady heartbeat,
Keeping us alive.
Redeeming arms reach,
Touching us at finger tips.
Safe retribution.
Copyright © Karen Price | Year Posted 2010
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