
Poetic Distraction
One day I was sitting at home
Trying to write a poem
I opened my mind
And what did I find?
Stuck browsing on Google Chrome
One day I was sitting at home
Trying to write a poem
I opened my mind
And what did I find?
Stuck browsing on Google Chrome
A close friend of mine lost her sweet, four legged friend yesterday. He wasn’t just a dog, or a pet, he was a big part of her family, and he had, and still has, his own special place to curl up inside of my heart. He was always such a ball of sunshine, with his dashing personality. This poem, “I’m Still Here,” by an unknown author, reminds me of my friend and her pug, who will always be a part of our world, and will never be forgotten.
Friend, please don’t mourn for me
I’m still here, though you don’t see.
I’m right by your side each night and day
and within your heart I long to stay.
My body is gone but I’m always near.
I’m everything you feel, see or hear.
My spirit is free, but I’ll never depart
as long as you keep me alive in your heart.
I’ll never wander out of your sight-
I’m the brightest star on a summer night.
I’ll never be beyond your reach-
I’m the warm moist sand when you’re at the beach.
I’m the colorful leaves when fall comes around
and the pure white snow that blankets the ground.
I’m the beautiful flowers of which you’re so fond,
The clear cool water in a quiet pond.
I’m the first bright blossom you’ll see in the spring,
The first warm raindrop that April will bring.
I’m the first ray of light when the sun starts to shine,
and you’ll see that the face in the moon is mine.
When you start thinking there’s no one to love you,
you can talk to me through the Lord above you.
I’ll whisper my answer through the leaves on the trees,
and you’ll feel my presence in the soft summer breeze.
I’m the hot salty tears that flow when you weep
and the beautiful dreams that come while you sleep.
I’m the smile you see on a baby’s face.
Just look for me, friend, I’m everyplace!
Warm autumn day
Open November skies
Sunrise whirling with whisking leaves
Captured in your eyes
Buzz of the pool, barbeque’s glossy air
Swaying beneath painted skies
Drops of chlorine slipping from the ends of my hair
Splattering around prune-like toes, mixing with the popsicle raining down my sticky wrists
Family and neighbors laughing with food in their mouths
Dog’s eyes scurrying up the table
Chicken lathered in sauce, bread stuffed with meat, butter melting into corn on styrofoam plates, sheltered under umbrella
Brothers and cousins chasing me up the slide as I snatch the first firefly, only to release it to the first twinkling star
Escape to our world
You and me
Wrapped in dreams
of living it again tomorrow
You write me how you want
And flip me like a page
Stab me with your pen
Until I close on you
Falling nowhere
but up
Above everyone
Beyond the moon
that puts us in the center
of my thoughts
Like the sky
but not quite blue
Wouldn’t say green
but like the sea
The hue of their horizon
The color of wonder
Deep and electrifying
Swirling wind and crashing waves
Blending in your eyes
His eyes are the shade a leaf has
before it lets itself go.
His heart is as pure as the sky
after rain.
He has me, like the moon has the stars.
A ballad I wrote a few years ago.
Sunday morning, yawning aloud
Flipping through magazines
Staring down aisle number two
Rattling coins in jeans
Wearing her nametag upside down
Hair in a sloppy bun
She pointed at the camera
Trying to have some fun
Addie was nearly seventeen
Pretty but immature
Doodling on an old receipt
When Jack came through the door
Green eyes brushed passed her round dark brown
He strutted far away
Leaning over cash register
She wondered what to say Read More