Feeling poetic tonight...

Today on the way home from work, I started thinking about my sister who passed away this year. Those thoughts began to take the shape of a poem. The words were beautiful and I began to tear up, but of course, I was driving and the words were fleeting. By the time I got home and dug out my notebook and pencil, most were gone. Most, but not all.

So here goes. My poem for Amy.

Reduced to ashes,

an elegant vessel,

a shadow,

no more laughter.

Your memory, strong,

even now.

Gone, but not forgotten.

Lost, but not forever.

Until we meet again,

in this world or another.

Now, don't feel bad for me. Or for Amy. She had a great life, and a great sense of humor, which is why I think she'd giggle at what poetic nonsense I wrote next. So, here it is, also for Amy. Something lighthearted and bright, like she was.

 

Precious ball of fluff

Eyes of blue, focused

Flash of motion, pounce

Success and a present

No more mouse.

 

 

Hmm, not sure where that came from. But it led me to think of those cute little jumping spider pics that pop up on Facebook sometimes. So, another one.

 

 

Old man spider

shadows hide

watchful gaze

whiskered face

cute, but frightful

 

 

 

Well, that's it, unless you count the alternate words my husband and I came up with for Are you sleeping the other day.

 

 

Prairie jackal

Prairie jackal

Might eat you

Might eat you

If you let him catch you

If you let him catch you

Shame on you

Shame on you

 

 

Sigh, I don't think I'll give up my day job. 

 

 

Good night, Amy. Hope you got a chuckle out of these.