Sunday, May 17, 2015

For Chris - The Rock

I have a rock I keep upon my window ledge that is my connection to you
They were handed out at your funeral so we had something to hang onto
It sits in sunshine almost every day
I pray your pain has left and gone away
Young children should never die so young
Your life had just begun
You are and always will be Garth’s best friend
For the rest of eternity
We talk about you after all these years
Remembering your courage, showing no fear
Until we meet again one day

You are in our hearts Chris Jackson

Join a great bunch of writers over at Carrot Ranch each week who write a 99 word (no more, no less) flash fiction from the prompts that +Charli Mills gives us. This week the prompt is to write a story or poem that shows a hard place and a connection. 

Friday, May 8, 2015

Spring and Sunshine

Spring uplifts my depression

The sun shines and awakens something inside me

New life springing up, trees budding, warmth beating down on the earth

Dark clouds no longer hang over my head

Rejuvenated and feeling like a brand new person

Sleep now comes easy

Hopelessness has turned into a promising future

Gloomy days are now filled with cheerfulness

Unimaginable pain has been uplifted

Despondent now hopeful

Seasonal affective disorder can be so debilitating

But once it has lifted life will return to normal

Never lose hope
Never give up
Never give in

Spring shall return

Just as sunshine does 

Join a great bunch of writers over at Carrot Ranch each week who write a 99 word (no more, no less) flash fiction from the prompts that +Charli Mills gives us. This week the prompt is to write a story about a snapshot of spring. 

This poem was written today in recollection of how I was feeling a year ago. 

Messages From Beyond

A spooky thing happened to me yesterday

As I was about to go down the hallway

Not sure why, but I turned around

I don't recall hearing any type of a sound

It was a shivery feeling that made me glance

I stopped, I starred, was I in a trance?

As I gazed at a picture upon the wall

I thought for sure it was going to fall

The picture was swinging and swaying

upon its nail

I started to feel faint and probably a bit pale

It was as if someone had touched it

To make it swing back and forth

Feeling eerie but intrigued, all just the same

Was someone trying to contact me

from beyond the grave?

A message perhaps, sent from above

Saying cherish the one in the picture, that you so love

©Copyright 2011 Susan Zutautas

Have you ever experienced anything like this before?

Sunday, May 3, 2015

Oogley Woogley

Introducing Oogley Woogley
When I was a child I used to draw this picture all the time. I named him Oogley Woogley, he was a worm. Later in life when I would be sitting around with my sons we would be doodling, and I would draw this character for them. They just thought at the time that this was so cool and they would ask me to draw him all the time.
Today I was sitting here thinking back at some of the fun times I shared with my boys, and Oogley Woogley popped into my head. This poem was inspired from the thought. I cannot draw for the life of me, and this is about as good as it gets.

Oogley Woogley the Worm

Oogley Woogley was his name
Do you remember him, and how he became
From a squiggle on a page
Drew him up, and gave him a name

Decided once drawn, that he was a worm
Lived in our garden, hiding from birds

Going outside we would call him by name
Oogley Woogley, come play a game

Under a leaf, beside a rock
Out he would slither, and begin to talk

Happy to see you, shall we play
The sun is shinning it’s a beautiful day

Let’s go for a walk, down to the pond
We may find a friend for you beyond
That big rock or beside the tree
Or maybe under a shrub, let’s go see

Off we ventured along the path
Turning up leaves, looking through grass

All of a sudden we heard a squeal
Oogley had found something surreal
Close to the pond was a small log
With worms galore, atop a bog

As we stood watching Oogley go near
We knew our friend that was so dear
Had found a new family, we began to cheer

We said our good-byes and wished him well
Oogley Woogley take care of yourself

© Copyright 2011 Susan Zutautas