kara towe

Rookie (01/06/64 / LA California)

kara towe Poems

1. A Mother's Warning 12/21/2011
2. Lil Bunny 12/23/2011
3. A Glorious Vision 12/30/2011
4. Etched In Glass 1/3/2012
5. Distant Voices 1/6/2012
6. A Key 1/6/2012
7. Home 1/8/2012
8. Timeless 1/10/2012
9. Flash! 1/10/2012
10. Blackness Devours 6/27/2012
11. The Shore 6/27/2012
12. Nature's Test 6/1/2013
13. The Meadow 6/12/2013
14. Reckoning With My Soul 6/19/2013
15. In The Meadow Where I Live 8/20/2013
16. Clever Bird 8/20/2013
17. The Rose 8/20/2013
18. Together 8/20/2013
19. Wishes 8/20/2013
20. Love 8/20/2013
21. Blue Rose 8/20/2013
22. A Flower Tale 8/20/2013
23. My Lil Boy 8/20/2013
24. Purple Rain 8/20/2013
25. Mimals Doll 8/20/2013
26. The Hunter 8/20/2013
27. Thomson River 11/28/2011
28. To Our Wonderful Daughter 11/28/2011
29. The Battle 8/20/2013
30. 6 Haiku 8/20/2013
31. 5 Haikus 8/20/2013
32. My Version Of Pretty Polly 8/20/2013
33. 7 Haiku 8/20/2013
34. Rainy Day 5/30/2013
35. 4 Haikus 8/20/2013
36. Blessings Of Joy 1/13/2012
37. Flower Shop 8/20/2013
38. Fairy Slipper 8/20/2013
39. The Merry-Go-Round 11/28/2011

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The Merry-Go-Round

The Merry-Go-Round starts to turn as Bachs’ Toccata Adagio and figure in C begins to play.
It slowly picks up speed as the tempo rises.
Up and down in a circular motion, the brightly ornamented horses begin their pace.
Steadily they arrive to a rushing stampede.
Brightly lit bulbs of vibrant colors are mirrored as the race continues.
Around and around I ride on my steed soon I find myself going top speed.
As the outside world whirls by, ever changing with each catch of the eye, I find myself gliding through the air being exhilarated, wind blowing through my hair.
I reach ...

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Thomson River

Shimmering light, rippling reflections, folding layers, the small rivers’ waters’ gently rapid white.
They mirror while gliding over smooth graveled, muddied beds feathered by aquatic forests that sway in a uni-cent dance, where the small watery creatures find refuge and feed.
Behind the boulders, just after the rapids’ shoots lay bigger pools where inland salmon leer, weaving their bodies against a steady push, shaded by the rivers edge, fallen log or sturdy bush, waiting patiently for a meal

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