For Dad on his 78th Birthday

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For Dad on his 78th Birthday

When his cool blue Chevy got t-boned in ‘72

He walked away without a scratch

In the summer of 2004

Four days after his birthday

He suffered a stroke

Things would never be the same

Another stroke

His body betrayed him

Worse, his mind slipped away

November 28, 2010 was his last day on Earth

~Lily~

My father loved comics, so I created this Flash 55 logo in his honor.

No, I did not draw The Flash. I just photoshopped in the words.

Shadorma: Shadow Memories

C) Jen from Blog it or Lose it!

Shadow Memories

Memories 

Of a ghost of a

Dream of a

Wish that I

So wanted to make come true

Was it just a lie?

~Lily~

This poem was created using a Mindlovemisery's Menagerie Prompt. The prompt word was Memories. A shadorma is composed of six non-rhyming lines (sestina or sextet) and the syllable pattern is 3-5-3-3-7-5.  It can have as many stanzas as you like, just as long as each stanza follows the syllable pattern mentioned above . 

I write the poem in memory of my father, who would be 78 years old today. However, it is not about him. It is about a love gone sour with someone who committed suicide a long time ago.

My father was a professor of English literature. He instilled in me a love of reading and writing. He died at the age of 74 after a long period of physical and cognitive decline. I truly think the worst thing he suffered among the many things that went wrong was the destruction of his mind. He suffered multiple strokes which eventually resulted in dementia as well as severe physical handicaps.

~L~

Tempest's Fly-Ku

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Fly-Ku

Outside the window

Spider spies the fly inside

Spider, frustrated

~Tempest~

This was inspired by a Mindlovemisery's Menagerie prompt.

Stairway to Heaven on Earth

We ascend

The steep stairway to

A little

Heaven on

Earth made Heavenly because

We are together

~Adam~

This poem is a Shadorma. The prompt comes from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie. The theme is stairs.

A shadorma is composed of six non-rhyming lines (sestina or sextet) and the syllable pattern is 3-5-3-3-7-5.  It can have as many stanzas as you like, just as long as each stanza follows the syllable pattern mentioned above.

I thought about writing another stanza, but I have a tendency to get too wordy if I don't rein myself in. Sometimes less is more!

I wrote the poem with my fiancé, Dylan, in mind. He brings a bit of Heaven to Earth for me every day.