leapingbackwards 

All work presented on this website, including art and poetry, is owned by and copyrighted by the artist and poet, Karen Sides.  All rights reserved.  For information on print purchases or for permissions, contact the artist at leapingbackwards@leapingbackwards.com   Copyright 2009. 

stumbling in unexpectedly

the room awoke with a clatter

tired of the scorching heat

the pavement cried

for the coolness of night

the ethos of self righteousness

kills the messenger

of hope and promise

Texas skies

never far from my mind

keep me safe and warm

we cannot be the light 

until we live in the dark 

haze of morning light

bounces off blades of fresh mown grass

the sparrow listens

Streams of morning light

uncover a new day

The dog yawns

the hint

of unexpected truth

jolts the world

honey sweet warmth

of a chance meeting

catches my breath

in the backyard

behind the oleander

dreams captive still

Blink back

to simple promises

of the mind’s eye

when imagination,

untainted by the world of adults,

left the two of us

free to be wild

in the joyous possibilities

of our childhood.

blissful lovers

walk

the end

around the bend

walking back from your house

red death apparel

chokes envy

green and deep

… the sun, ready to return

gives strength and promise

to budding life

Saffron gates billow –

joy leaps!

Robot memories

not yet discarded

keep the reluctant wife in check

In spite of everything, wildflowers jubilate.

I was caught by a tremendous fish
who bound me up

out of water

his hook fast in the corner of my mouth.

(influenced by Elizabeth Bishop)

spirit rape

of

heart pain lies

rummaging through

middens of

blackened afterbirth

and

tire track eyes.

bright yellow hope

seeps in uninvited