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Remembrance

For Friday Fictioneers 100-Word Challenge: 28 April 2017

Liz Young

Photo Credit: Liz Young

i met you on st. patrick’s day
just when spring was beckoning
and death took you one autumn
when leaves started falling

then autumn became winter
and winter turned to spring again
and spring became summer
but without you it wasn’t the same

many seasons have passed since then
i can count with my fingers
all’s left is your memory
and love, it lingers, it lingers

April 26, 2017 at 1:00 pm 36 comments

Weekly Photo Challenge: It’s Not This Time of Year Without…

Autumn Leaves
location: San Francisco Bay Area, Northern California
 

Free Falling

can’t stop the leaves from falling
nature has the final say
even on a fair autumn morning
the wind blows them all away

brown, red, yellow, or green
their color doesn’t matter
on these grounds where they now lay
they are dead, they breathe no longer

the tree made leafless looks grim
branches pointing up to heaven
once again, it would need a trim
for next spring, so says the raven

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November 26, 2016 at 2:31 pm 7 comments

Beloved

For Friday Fictioneers 100-Word Challenge: 15 April 2016

 Kent Bonham
Photo Credit: Kent Bonham

It’s springtime once again. It’s that time of the year when nature renews itself. What seems to be old and familiar becomes refreshed. Life goes on with a new perspective and discovery. Dear One, I wrote this poem for you.

a trusted volume
that doesn’t stay languid
on the shelf and gather dust
that’s you, beloved

read cover to cover
i’d known you by heart
still, when i part the pages
you’d come fresh, the fireworks start

a companion on long hikes
and a pillow on my head
as i lay down on the grass to rest
that’s you, beloved

April 13, 2016 at 10:33 am 41 comments

Weekly Photo Challenge: Half-Light

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Dandelion Flower
location: San Francisco Bay Area, California

I have a soft spot for the dandelion with its beautiful yellow flowers. I admire its determination to survive even in the harshest of conditions. But it’s a weed and a free spirit. It doesn’t sit well on manicured grounds. If this poem speaks to you, then we are kindred spirits. Dear one, I wrote it for you.

DANDELION POEM

 
would i give air to this feeling
buried deep in snow
would you give it sun and space
would you let it grow

i’m not a rose i know
i’m a lowly bred
i’m a dandelion
with a yellow head

would i show up in your garden
would i make it through
or would you let me die in spring
with memories of you

 

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March 25, 2016 at 4:01 pm 3 comments

Spring Cleaning and a Forgotten Poem


Credit: Snoopy by Charles Schulz

“If a cluttered desk is a sign of a cluttered mind, of what, then,” Albert Einstein quipped, “is an empty desk a sign?”

Good question. But I think you already know the answer.

An empty desk can be taken as a sign of not being alive. it’s dead like the surface of the moon.

A cluttered desk may come as a result of a cluttered mind. Or it may not. It may look messy, but it signifies life. It breathes as a result of human activity.

The same can be said of a cluttered computer. The more it’s used, the more clutter it accumulates. It’s just the way it is.

This weekend I noticed that my computer was intolerably running slow. One of the steps that I took to give it a new lease on life was freeing up disk space. It involved removing stuff that were at one time held dear. These included games, apps, documents, and media files. Deciding what to delete wasn’t easy as it meant letting go of the past. But it was something I had to do to keep my sanity.

As I went through my computer files, I took pleasure of rediscovering something like this poem I wrote many years ago. It was in response to an art work by a fellow blogger. It was a drawing of a heart with the message proclaiming that “love is what we live for.” Ha ha. She was then having a crush on somebody. Darn, we lost touch before I knew what happened. Anyway, I’m not mentioning her name to protect her privacy.


my heart says it all
and i draw it true
with a steady hand
to guide me through

in black and white
our story emerges
i don’t need rainbows
to color the senses

my heart says it all
i want the world to see
love is what we live for
you and me, eternally

 
I think Mr. Einstein will agree that clutter wherever found, be it on a desk or in a computer, are facts of life. They pose no harm for as long as they remain manageable. You’ll know it’s time to de-clutter when the situation has reached the point of no return and you can’t handle it anymore.

March 15, 2016 at 9:32 am 5 comments

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