
Self Portrait
A self-portrait.

A self-portrait.



Written while in the mood, circa 2009.
Hold on to the last breath,
As in water the fish crew
As in air the birds glide
As in clouds the moisture weeps
As in earth’s core nature burns
As in stars while they glisten
As in planets revolving the sun
As in a fragrance passing your nose
As in kids having fun
As in Ella scatting the blues
As in rain producing food
As in Grandma’s apple pie
As in tears in our eyes
As in rainbows filling the sky
Now let go with a sigh…
Cire
Poem written for my grandmother and mother. Circa 2003.
Crocuses, tulips and daffodils bloom,
They whisper to each other throughout the noon,
The Rhodies, the trees, the holly’s listen,
As time passes by, their leaves too glisten,
The air is fragrant with scents so sweet,
As sun and moon smile upon their feat,
From dawn to dusk and dusk to night,
Their blooms arrive at morning light,
This beauty continues again and again,
‘Cause nature speaks amongst its friends
Cire