Karen01
Profile
- Name
- Karen01
- City
- Auckland
- Country
- New Zealand
- Joined
- Dec 2007
I’m a writer, poet, dreamer… this and more.. I love people, this life, this experience of living… and believe that any day that we have not laughed in, we have wholly lost!
I simply want to acknowledge that within us which, despite the heartache, the loss, the grief, takes a deep breath at the start of each new day and says: What if… and has the courage to not only cut the losses, and embrace the present, but also to see the promise within another day.
And sometimes, even the promise within. :)
I’m a South African, living in New Zealand.
I hope that all other aspects of who I am, was, and could be, will speak through what I post here.
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Groups
Karen01 is a member of Complex Simplicity of Art, *New Zealand Made*, 1 In The Beginning - Ancient Practices, A Novel Idea, Abstract Art, African Art and Writings, All Flames of Light , All Things Orange, All Things Poetic, Prose, Philosophical., Anticonsumerism, Art and Stories Made For Children, Art Inspired by Dreams, Art of the Middle East, As Is, Bits and Pieces , Blood Red - All things vampiric, Buddha, CAT LOVE, Challenge Café, Childhood, Collaboral Damage, Colour Me Vibrant Red!, Compassion, Courage & Friendship, Dearly Departed, Emotive Photography - Not Happy Campers, Fantasy Art, Flash Fiction, Gaia - The Living Planet, Graphic Scratch, Group Competitions, Heart Art, In the Moment, Kairos - Capturing the Decisive Moment, Light and Reflection, Live, Love, Dream, Love & Romance , Mandala, Myths, Legends, and Fairy Tales, Our K9 Friend, Parallel Dimensions, Passions, Poetry Barn, Sci Fi , Short stories - Spherical Scriptings, Six Words Only, Something To Say, South Africa - Rainbow Nation, Spiritual Art, Stillness Speaks, The Eyes Have It, The Healing Journey, The Patchwork , The Sensual Word, The Two Of Us, Twisted Tales, War, Woman Appreciation, Writers' Market, Yellow Fever and You're Accepted.
Art
Writings
The Thunder Ocean Son
And it was such, that between heartbeats, the dancing-cloud girl with blade-beautiful wings found the jackal, paralized, with his jaws about her throat.
The Seekers
Norg raised his gnarled old hand, pointing west towards the rambling mountains. His wordless gesture made him no less a traitor to his kind. Retribution would be swift and soundless, but not unexpe…
Nought
I can be nought / but here for you, / silently watching, / feeling you near. I can be nought / but near to you, / silently watching / you face your fear I can be / nought to you / gently shed, s…
Fist of confusion
Who are the rich? / Do they have limosines? / Or are they just the humble laymen / with the gift of simple dreams?
Cocoon
Silent regression to the / web of years past / still soul-clambering to / break open the mask- / and strip myself free and naked / of societies stifling conformity-cast. Cocooned in a catatonic hus…
Sacred Flame
Pay the hag Time no heed, and she turns away her face she has no dominion over us, We, exist on every other plane..
