Sunday, April 20, 2014

Easter Sunday 2014 by BJ Neblett

A beautiful sunny Sunday can do wonders for the spirit and the muse and the memory. As you enjoy this Easter Sunday, please enjoy this special new poem.

Easter Sunday, 2014
BJ Neblett
© 2014

I bought a bouquet
of tulips yesterday.
They reminded me of you.
The farmer’s market
where I bought them
was busy with people.
But the man selling the
tiny donuts you loved
wasn’t there.
So I had a bagel
with my Sunday paper
at Starbucks.
I placed the flowers in a vase
next to the picture
of you at the tulip
festival last year.
It made me smile.
When I returned home
from shopping
I thought you were here.
But it was just the scent
of the flowers.
It made me dream
of you again.
The pillow where
you lay your head
remained cold and barren.

I bought a bouquet
of tulips yesterday.
They reminded me of you.
Today I threw them
in the trash.

                 Seattle, WA
                 April, 2014

Thursday, April 3, 2014

Looking Back by BJ Neblett

Looking Back
BJ Neblett
© 1967, 1970, 2013, 2014
"So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."
                                                                F. Scott Fitzgerald
                                                                The Great Gatsby 
As one of my all time  favorite books concludes, I am again reminded of how desperately we sometimes cling to the past. And of how simple life can really be if we could only:
                                                                 Learn from the past
                                                                 Live for the present
                                                                 Look to the future.
                                                                           BJ Neblett
Enjoy these two poems from a different time, a different place and a (somewhat) different BJ.

BJ Neblett
© 1967, 2013

I thought you said you loved me
When you asked me my name
I thought of how an hour from now
Would it still feel the same
But all that mattered was your laughter
It hid your last goodbye
Disguised as rain clouds in the air
And taught me how to cry

BJ Neblett
© 1970, 2013

I wonder if you’ll ever think of me
Somewhere within your castle mind
Of crowded rooms
And sweeping halls
And ivory towers
And crumbling walls
Through the caverns of time
You’ve set aside to live within
And the world
A microscopic toy to you
To play with as you will
Or destroy as you please