By Lin Neiswender
You were the cutest thing
So happy with a simple toy like green grass
A carpet to comfort your feet
Leaves blowing down sidewalks
Yours to track by scratchy sound
When wind blew stone-cold
Sharing a snack with the rest of the pack
Barking fiercely while picking goodies
from kitchen trash bin with no one home
Quick to guard me like a Rottweiler
But actually just a Shetland Sheep dog
Who then dashes behind me for protection
Mysterious fur shiny white, gray, black and silver
White lion’s mane, stripes on face, back, chest, feathers on legs
He could have been a show dog if he was a little shorter
You are a shy but beautiful boy
But I know that someday
We will meet again, all of us,
Humans and dogs and cats and everyone
As we dance our way
I had to put my sweet Sheltie Smokey to sleep last Saturday.When I saw the suffering in his eyes and it seemed to say Mom, please do something for me. So I did the right thing and had him put to sleep. Cancer has taken another of my sweet dogs. I’m across the Rainbow Bridge still expecting to see him when I first come in. When thoughts come like that, I know I can find comfort about my decision. He is out of pain. What a good dog he was. So now life goes on with me and the cat.
Winter scene in Blue (Photo credit: BrunoDelzant)
Here comes the wind
Not the balmy wind of Spring
Not the sweaty wind of Summer,
Not the vigorous wind of Fall
Winter rules with biting grasp
Tangling around throat
Bitter fingers of ice steal breath
With every exhilation
Sidewalks and roads slick as glass
Waiting till a pale sun arrives
To melt it all
© 2013 Lin Neiswender
English: Pumpkin carving – photo taken in darkness to show the effect of illumination from within (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
By Lin Neiswender
Porch lights off,
Too old for this
Bed calls to me
Time to remember
Nearing years’ end
Every minute precious as it’s recalled
Baby dressed like pea in a pod, held by Mom
Toddler plays the Great Pumpkin role,
Bucket clanking knee
Another knock at the door,
“Trick or Treat!” on sweet young lips
Pirates swagger up the walk, brandishing homemade swords
Beating flowers, bushes, leaves into submission
Hobo tips the hat for candy rewards
As gypsies twirl in flowing skirts
Occasional ghosts or Presidents in mask
Super heroes, fairy princesses whisper soft “Thank you’s”
Most polite, a few greedy
Blow out my pumpkins,
Bring them in,
Another Halloween at its end
Time flies faster than I can ken
©2012 Lin Neiswender
WTC pre WFC 1984 from boat Hudson NYC (Photo credit: Ibfraz)
I spent the last several days watching TV specials on the tragedy of 9/11. Some were new, some old, but all touched my heart strings. It gave me hope for humanity to see the EMT’s, doctors and nurses, Police Officers, Firemen and ordinary people rising to greater heights caring for the injured and getting them out of harm’s way. It reminds me that good can come from horrible events, but some memories will be with us forever. The survivors and the slain will always be in my heart.
I thought it might be healing to write poems about that day. You can write on any aspect of the events or people and post it as a comment. Here is mine:
All Fall Down
Shining towers in early morning sun,
So strong, so beautiful, something meant
to last a hundred years
All fall down, vanishing in hours.
Clouds of destruction
roar down the street
An American Pyroclastic flow
Choking throats and sealing eyelids.
Screams, prayers, curses
Sounds and images of people
Running or walking or crawling, others in ambulances
Race toward what they hoped will be safety.
So much heroism, bravery, compassion
So much loss, so much pain.
Raw grief of survivors mingles with our own
What happened? Who did this?
Looking for someone to blame.
Fighting the inclination to condemn
A whole religion for the acts of a few.
Every year we honor those we lost
Pray that the families could put
Their lives back together with time
And that there is enough
Healing to go around.
©2012 Lin Neiswender
Time for something fun, poetry fans. Put away that solemn face and let your Inner Child out to play by writing a limerick.
In its simplest form, the limerick has five lines. It is lighthearted, sometimes naughty, witty and provokes a laugh. If you want to be a stickler for the form, Wiki says it is “anapestic or amphibrachic meter with a strict rhyme scheme (AABBA)”. Follow that or do your own thing. like I did below.
A Sad Tale
There was a young lad from ‘Bama
With a taste for glitter and glammah
His designer stiletto shoe
Too high for his hair doo
Made him spend the night in the slammah.
The writing world lost one of its most gifted writers when Ray Bradbury passed away on June 6th. He was one of my literary heroes. Not only could he captivate me with strong story lines and amazing characters from his brilliant imagination, his style reads to me like poetry. It has a magical quality to it that strikes a deep chord in my soul.
I will miss him for that, as will many others. If you ever need a dose of literary Red Bull to energize your writing, get yourself a copy of his book Zen in the Art of Writing: Releasing the Creative Genius Within You. I promise you won’t regret it.