Carol Fleming Klein
Biography of Carol Fleming Klein
Carol Fleming Klein
I hope your day is beautiful and blessed!
I am an elementary school teacher residing in California. I grew up on the East Coast until I went to college. Over the years I have had a relatively small number of writing experiences, although I have been “writing” since age 4. As an 8 or 9 year old, a classmate and I made a mini book of popular rhymes. In my preteens there was a single “newspaper” issue written by my cousins and I. Our sole subscriber was Grandma. On another occasion we began writing a play, but baseball and sour apple fights in the tree house crowded that out. My brother and I also began writing mysteries populated with family and friends going on for pages, but not reaching conclusion usually. In my teens I began writing poetry, and my senior year of high school, I wrote news stories for the school paper. In college, I began in Journalism, but finally opted for Liberal Arts. I have taught the range from Kindergarten to fourth grade. My writing has consisted mostly of term papers and Christmas letters and numerous journal entries. In the last four years I have sensed a recall to focus on writing. I have written a few sermons and teachings, and short inspirational stories. My greatest desire and aim is to reflect Psalm 45: 1: 'My heart is inditing a good matter; I speak of things which I have made touching the King: my tongue is the pen of a ready writer.' If you have the opportunity to visit some of my poems, I welcome comments, reflection and enjoy knowing if something I said struck a chord or blessed you in some way. Also feel free to repost and share my poems with others in your life who might be blessed by a particular poem. Thanks, Carol
Carol Fleming Klein Poems
This Rainy Day
This rainy day you walked into my heart across the phone lines you spanned the space
A Common Singer
I am a common singer Singing a simple song Inviting all who hear To join and sing along
Like A Bird On A Migration Flight
I have flown time and again When the weather changed and the season waned
Your fleeting touch awakens once more the freedom cry in my songbird throat
The Father's Song
Your song He sings over you your song from birth
You Caught Me By Surprise
A casual friend -Until I turned around Captured by a look in your blue eyes
Oh, I'm a real 'California Girl' For sure, and I mean really. Born outside of Boston And schooled outside of Philly.
Robed in black Stepping slowly through silent stony streets Covering his face from curious starlight overhead
Prodigal Daughter 1
Hey Prodigal Daughter, bright lonely girl with heart in the far country.
Hall Of Mirrors
I gaze at you. You gaze at my mirrored image. Or is it you I see, or another
Regrets To Carl Sagin
Father, God, I am glad You Are the One Keeping it together
Tonight there's a ring around the moon. It's halo shimmers over the hill.
The Heart Of The Rose
A perfect rosebud Prophetic promise In it's pause To grace a day
Hearts Can Fly
Hearts can fly and prayers on wing are faster than most anything.
Oh God look down
I ‘m such a foolish clown
I know you smile.
But hold me for a little while.
I laugh to make the hurt recede.
I joke around to hide my need.
But it's such a wearisome task
To constantly adjust my mask.
And I'm afraid someday “I'll” slide
And show the tears I hold inside.