Unter Commemoration August 10, 2020

drawing you can be difficult,
and might not look quite right,
so here are some words instead.

You were a good friend
and a very good dog.

You were nice,
and calm
and happy.

You liked simple things
and little things brought you joy.

You loved to go for walks.

You loved to see your people,
and wanted them around you.

You made others smile.

You were silly,
and playful.

You were a good dog Unter.

Unter Commemoration August 7, 2020

gone for three weeks now
although it seems like it hasn’t been that long
remembering how you were
doing things in your silly way
each thought can bring a smile
nice memories of you
inside though still some sorrow
at the thought of you being gone


This poem is an acrostic poem of the word gardenia.  Unter liked to sit under gardenia plants.

Artwork to inspire poetry: ten circles

ten circles

Above is an artwork of ten circles.  It can inspire poetry.  Here is a poem inspired by it:

water marks
can tell a story
not of carelessness
or not using a coaster
but of people
and memories
and time that has passed

you might be able to remove them
with a towel
and an iron on low heat

would you really want to?

Poem with an explanation: the sky was clear

the sky is clear
a breeze does blow
and all is calm
in the sunshine

one leaf does fall
one with three sides
and rain does fall
as skies grow dark

the lightning strikes
as clouds do form
the hail does fall
as trees do sway

the sky was clear

the sky was clear


This poem is about a bad memory.  In the poem a person is having a nice day.  They feel good.  This is symbolized by the weather in the first stanza.

Then one small thing happens to bring back the bad memory.  In the poem it is one three sided leaf falling.  The idea here is that particular things, that might seem trivial and unrelated to a memory, can bring back a memory.

When this happens the person feels bad.  The feelings of the memory come back.  The rain falls, the sky grows dark, lighting strikes, clouds form, hail falls, and trees sway.  The person has nowhere to run from the storm.  They have nowhere to escape the memory or the feelings associated with it.

After this occurs the person realizes that just a moment before things were good.  The sky was clear.  They realize how quickly their feelings can change with just one event.

The idea of the poem is to reflect on the idea that bad memories can linger, sometimes for years, and little things can bring them back.  When they come back, the feelings associated with them can also return.


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Poem Series: George: Memories of George

Hearing you flutter in your cage,
taking off the sheet,
and opening the door in the morning.

Bouncing about,
and flying to the bars.

Pecking at a finger,
as your water and food were changed.

Jumping on the door,
as it swung open.

Climbing up and down the bars.

Flying about,
to the window sill,
to the bookshelf,
to the shoulder.

Landing on people’s heads.

and tweeting.

Flying back to your cage.

Peeling seeds,
pecking at the minerals.

Singing out,
when you heard noise.

Laying eggs.

Brooding over the eggs.

Flying from person to person.

Eating bread.

The daily tending of your cage.

The weekly tending of your cage.

Uncovering your cage in the morning.

Covering your cage at night.

Shadow Commemoration Day Twenty Nine

A border collie,
mixed with a chow –

playful and cute,
and a fluff ball.

In the spring,
in the tall green grass,
melting into it,
and seeming so small.

Those knots of hair,
behind the ears,
on the belly,
and on the tail.

The face that was black,
that slowly turned gray,
that seemed,
to quickly turn white.

Orange and brown eyes,
glowing in the darkness,
glowing in the light.

A little shadow.