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…
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