Category Archives: A Poem by Karrie Ross

Part of being creative extends at least for me into the journey of thoughts and feelings… which result in the action of poems as well as paintings and drawings. Please enjoy my journey with me and my it help open for you yours.

A Poem: Creating

From one tiny grain of sand came the
whole bunch of us…up and down the
ladder we ran looking for the next step
when all the time it was right in front of
us…and we continue.  Creativity evolves
from a grain of thought into the fulfillment
of our desires and efforts. It is not done alone,
many minds are involved, many hearts, hours
and hours of participation and sharing go
into each project before it’s completed.
This is a fun process, one that we can’t
wait to start or finish. A process that takes
us to places we’ve never been and reacquaints
us with those familiar creating understanding
and remembering


©2007 Karrie Ross

A Poem: “Pauses” by Karrie Ross

Separations create pauses
in which we take notice of the
difference created by the absence
of what we’re used to
— habit
something we’ve attached ourselves to
for fear of  loss
control of self
yet our desire is to be
so where does control fit
boundaries limits
keeping our ‘self’ safe from
others who feed on our energy
we control our availability
there is only so much energy to go around
no waste

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A Poem: Facination with the Stroke

I have a fascination with the stroke
the breath we take each moment that
brings us life itself to measure with our
emotions, feelings that move through us with
such fluidity we become water flowing over all
its blessings from the morning sun
to the evening shade and coming of stars in the
heavens to guide our way we reach like trees
to the shining sky to better ourselves to fulfill
time spent with space in mind of waiting in
line for our next best friend to reach out
their hand touching us so dearly we barely
understand the reasons we smile we hug
we love that a knowing is born with each new
borns cry to follow us though our life
remembrances of times well spent remember
those sugar plums they spoke of to dance

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