This poem was written at work in 2008 (during lunch). Two of my colleagues were sitting with me discussing each others writing styles. I mentioned that I write poetry. So, the challenge was for me to write a poem within the hour. I wrote about my colleagues son-to-be, Evan.
From a dreary hangar, perched high in the air,
a butterfly sits with a lonely stare.
Soothing is the silence, from which it came,
to a dull existence, it’s contained.
In time it will fly, as the cocoon will erupt,
in the meantime it matures, as its season shapes up.
From a dreary hangar, perched high in the tree,
soon our butterfly will be esprit.
Turn winter, turn spring, warm breezes in the air,
off comes the wrapping of its gentle snare.
Churning, churning, and churning with glee,
the cocoon is open, our butterfly is free.
Perched gently atop a flower’s flare,
for Evan to watch with a gentle stare.
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