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.
Peace,
BJ

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

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.

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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

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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

That

            t

              u

                m

                   b

                     l

                      e

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

Heart and Soul by BJ Neblett

"The past is a hotel. You can check in any time, enjoy the view. But you can't live there, the cost is too high."
                                                          Elysian Dreams by BJ Neblett
Change is never easy, be it moving across country or moving through the loss of a loved one. I have had my share of moving as well as a loss. You never fully get over either, you just keep going. Here are a couple of poems: an oldie for the heart and a more recent one for the soul.

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By BJ Neblett

© 1984, 2013

             A single tear

            Washes away

            Water colored lies

            Slain by the guilt

            Of promises broken

            Tomorrow dies

             For Robin

Encore

by BJ Neblett

© 2009, 2013

Starting over

                        again

Tired old city tired old faces

Tired old friends

Been there and done that

Like a stuck record

                                    repeat           repeat

                                                repeat           repeat

Tired old questions tired old answers

Tired old fears

Starting over

                        again

Different city different faces

Different friends

Carousel of time

Ticket paid with tears

                                                        around

                                       around                   around 

                                                        around

Different questions different answers

Different fears

Starting over

                        again

Greeting challenges seeking horizons

Facing new days

Awaken dreamer

Everest to climb

                                                                        higher

                                                            higher

                                                higher

                                    higher

Answering new questions reaching new horizons

Facing new fears

Starting over

                        no more