Swimming against the tide…

**NOTE: THIS POEM ORIGINALLY WRITTEN IN JULY IS NOW PART OF A COLLABORATION AT https://skepticskaddish.com/2022/10/04/ebb-or-tide/

A Nonce Style poem, is a poem that doesn’t already exist. These are my rules for The Snyder Nonce.

six syllables in the title of the poem and ten syllables per line for the first four lines, the poem is 11 lines long and the 2nd and 10th line are the same. Lines 3-8 have a rhyme scheme of ababaa


She swam against the tide that was too strong
Found herself nearly drowned in the process
He told her to continue to hold on
She could barely grab a hold of his hand
Her sullen expression, was a bit withdrawn
He pushed himself through no man's land
Refusing to let Satan collect his pawn
Refusing to let her feelings be forgone
They both went under yet hand in hand
Found herself nearly drowned in the process
But the power of faith washed them ashore, to live another day once more

**My wife has been spiraling, our term for when her bi-polar disorder and my anxiety/depression are way out of control. At the moment, I thank God that I am currently feet firmly planted under a ray of sunshine, not a dark cloud in sight. She has been stressed immensely as of late coming from a lot of different angles. She had urges to cut herself, but has not acted upon them. I don't want to have to admit her for the third time in 12 years, so I am praying that she somehow finds an opportunity to step into the light.**

dog collaboration…

I initially wasn’t happy with the drawing of the dog in the middle, but my wife tends to really like everything I draw, even if I don’t. So I gave her the drawing and she colored it in and came up with the dog show concept. She then asked if I could draw two more dogs. I wasn’t really in the mood, thanks to my hatred of the initial drawing. I relented and sketched the others, that she then colored in as well. I actually really like our collaboration 😁