stones.

yesterday, i walked around louisville, and happened to come across this old cemetery.  it actually turned out to be a pretty great experience.  i met a lady there, who i am pretty sure i would like to be one day, saw some names i liked, and just had time to sit and think--something i'm not the best at doing.

well, i had such a great time talking to my new friend that afterwards i wrote a poem about her.  sitting in the cemetery.  i actually wrote a couple poems.  i'm weird.  haha oops!  i like being that way.

warning:  i'm not a professional.  there are probably a lot of errors.  this was just the way i wanted to remember such a fun experience of meeting a new friend.

simply beautiful

today i met a woman i'd like to be like, 

one day when i grow up.

walking through a graveyard  in kentucky,

at her side walked two stray pups.

her name was chris,

and she talked about beauty in living simply.

enjoying earth and all its gifts,

not getting wrapped up in being greedy.

we walked among the stones for awhile,

talking about dance and art.

how things of this nature should not be forgotten,

as they are good for the heart.

she called herself a late bloomer,

emotionally and socially.

her freedom to truly live and blossom,

delayed by an alcoholic family.

there seemed to be a lot of wisdom,

behind her bright blue eyes.

her face and skin wrinkled,

but heart still young and alive.

she talked of getting dirty,

walking and resting on clay.

taking in all that is around her,

and sometimes putting it on display.

artwork out of bugs and bone, 

packaging materials and more.

she had a uniqueness, some might call it strange,

but i wish i saw it more.

i felt that she was similar to me.

not the kind to every really fit in.

but recognized she was not made to do so,

and to so would be a sin.

she talked of 87 year old mother,

and a sister a couple years younger.

the one who loved to watch the moon, 

and the one who counseled others.

it is so interesting to reveal,

a new but old friend's story.

to hear of theatre and dancing school days,

almost like solving their personal mystery.

refreshing to hear one's perspective,

of lives who have chosen wrong.

a perspective that reveals there may have been,

one path they could choose all along.

she could see their good, but also their danger,

and still she called them friends.

knowing each one had potential,

but could find themselves locked up in the end.

i sometimes wish i could be at her place,

in life with a cabin and outhouse,

living in the pure simplicity of things,

enjoying nature and maybe a spouse.

i gave her my last lucky four-leafed clover

they're uncommon and hard to find

the same goes for those who choose to live simply,

and not waste the gift of a thoughtful mind.

she walks through life appreciating and creating,

sharing kindness and beauty from within.

i'm so glad i had the chance to meet,

a one of a kind person-who now i consider a friend.