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An Invitation

Uncategorized / September 21, 2018 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

Neil wanders the world in awe – Mirrors and metaphor everywhere. You can join him on this journey with a Poem in your Inbox every day.  Click Here to start today

 

The Sadness of Arborists

Nature / September 16, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com
Knowing that next year their trees will be trying to grow leaves on phantom limbs

Dedicated to Sophia (Austin live oak)  Beautiful, grand, and older than the USA

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Bob Mud in Austin

Uncategorized / September 15, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com
Bob paints in mud Brush tickles the earth she needed a laugh

Mud sculpture by Australian artist Bob Mud adorning Sophia (a beautiful old oak tree in South Austin)

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Stressed Was I

String Too Short To Save / tagged Palindrome, Word Play / September 13, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

Fun fact – all this week the dates can be written as palindromes

stressed was i ere i saw desserts

Photo by Brooke Lark on Unsplash

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When the Storms Came

Audio Recordings, Relationships / September 12, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com
When the storms came and I started them I hid When the storms came and you started them I ran When the storms came and the world started them I ran to you and hid
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9-11 (September)

Haiku, Remembering / tagged 9-11, Children / September 11, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

Eighteen years later – children still asking why

New York September Two new holes in the sky Children ask why

Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

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Kenny and Me

Audio Recordings, Cowboy Poetry, Farm, Ranch Life, Relationships, Remembering / tagged Beer, Harvest, Youth / September 10, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com
Ranching at Eighteen Together we were young and strong and very bold and together we could drink more beer than we could hold We could drive home late and fast singing every Johnny Horton song Then fall asleep for minutes and still answer the morning gong We would work it out in the hot hot sun (so easy then did the poisons yield) As we sweated bales with pitch forks and passed gas in a thousand acre field
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New Hay

Farm, Nature, Nostalgia, Ranch Life / tagged Harvest / September 9, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com
The scent of hay thrown upward in the cutting Too rich and heavy to remain aloft falls back to lie among its fallen friends Walk shuffling small feet through it and it lifts again in clouds to nostrils Breathed in sweet particles remain I do believe … there’s some there yet

Photo by Boba Jovanovic on Unsplash

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Learning from Grandparents

Audio Recordings, Nostalgia, Relationships / tagged Family, grandparents, Grandparents Day / September 8, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com
From my Swiss grandfather who dreamed and grew a prairie Eden combining Europe and Hy-Brasil I learned the impossible is possible From my English grandmother I learned that niceness is very nice but you can leave feeling empty except for cookies and milk From my father’s mother and my mother’s father I learned that early death is a form of theft

Hy-Brasil https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brasil_(mythical_island)

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Putin on the Ritz

String Too Short To Save / September 7, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com
Communism is dead the day the leader gets two crusts of bread
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Edible Books

Nostalgia, Poems about Poetry / tagged Literature, reading / September 6, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com
Don't ask me who's influenced me. A lion is made up of the lambs he's digested, and I've been reading all my life. - Giorgos Seferis A hut may be a granary, a mansion a desert Where are the books piled Dagwood deep Where does your mother read you to sleep Where do the mangos of the South and the spices of the East mix in feast

Image by Nino Carè from Pixabay

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