Oh tiny chick safe in the nest
Your mama knows what is the best
As she secures you all around
While perking up at each new sound
Then darting off to find a feast
To feed her brood before release,
Oh little bird how will you fare
When your mama’s no longer there ?
Oh how I wish that I could be
A cherry on a cherry tree
I’d wear a gown of frothy pink
As early spring was on the brink
Rains soon would flush my garb away
Uncovering my round display
While time and warmth help me to grow
Soon all my cherry colors glow
And so, my friends when birds arrive
It takes some effort to survive
I’ll make it through to harvest time
Now isn’t that sweet and sublime
Please tell me after you’ve seen me
Am I a top notch bing cherry ?
I’ve heard large dragons are not real
They do not fly nor do they squeal
And if you think that I am wrong
Please come with me and ride along
We’ll travel to some nearby place
Where dragons take up too much space !
The only fantasies I’ve found
Are lies that persons spread around
With evil deeds that evil does
To damage all the good that was,
I must believe God’ s now in charge
Of all things small and all things large !
I press my nose upon the glass
And pray to God this storm will pass
We have been waiting ever long
The night moves on, the wind is strong !
When I was young I loved the sound
Of howling winds blown round and round
It made me think of Sherlock Holmes
Those scary stories, eerie poems
The moors, a place of mystery
And home to curiosity
I fantasized about Heathcliff
And often thought, oh my, what if ?
My life’s been full of books and things
They filled my days with fairy wings,
Now I am old, too old to fear
If life and death are moving near
And so tonite brash winds may blow
What changes if I stay or go ?
The time is here, the time is now
We knew that it might come somehow
Last night deep frost did show its face
Now most new green has been erased.
I see the limbs of all the trees
Succumbing to the crippling freeze
That yesterday were chock full of
The thrill of spring and signs of love.
The blossoms filled each branch and twig
At times enhanced by petal’d wig
What shall be left when frost has gone
And damaged growth must carry on ?
Mary, Mary, where have you been
What trouble is it you are in
Is your snow white lamb lost once more
Could he be waiting at the door ?
You need to be so careful please
Protect yourself, face, hands and knees
Perhaps you could learn self-defense
Take care when climbing any fence.
Times used to be you were a child
Quite innocent, both kind and mild
Those days are now forever gone
Keep safe my child, the world moves on !
Lions and tigers in a row
And when they move where do they go
Into the jungles of the mind
Midst fantasies we yearn to find.
Camels and horses are there too
Waiting faithful for me and you
With rainbowed colors they all wear
In their wild flowing sculpted hair.
Seems right for us to ride away
When organ music pipes to play
As round in circles we must go
Until it’s time for life’s next show !
Where is the dream of yesterday
Where has it gone it’s flown away,
It wasted by the road’s dead end
And lingered there without a friend.
The flowers withered on the vine
The fruit has shriveled in the clime
The world just seems so out of sorts
Our ships are moored in foreign ports
Hard work is there that none will share
I think there’s no one left to care !
How I do miss the candles’ light
That flickered silent in the night
Its flame once bright now fades to dim
Lights dancing on the glasses’ rim
Creating shadows on the lace
While brightness shimmers on the face.
The waxy smell sweetens the air
Reminding one of evening prayer.
Those aged candlesticks recall
The winding stairs where footsteps fall
There in the dim glow of each night
That sees the heart in candlelight !
I thought that I might want to be
A songbird perched upon a tree
There hidden deep among the leaves
While chirping songs into the breeze !
The notes would carry through the air
Impressing those who sojourned there
Perhaps they will return once more
To witness a new bird encore !
Awake the joy this hope will be
And join our Lord in harmony !
Sometimes we dance in different shoes
Why is it that the pair we choose
May not fit well first time around
Yet proper size can still be found ?
Shoes help us pace life’s hidden things
They come with laces and with strings
Some that we like or might have known
With soles of cork or leather sewn !
A shoe is meant to tread the ground
To help us keep the path we’ve found,
Along some lane or lonely street
Who dares to walk with barefoot feet ?
My building reaches for the sky
My windows are an outdoor spy
I’ve never gone up on the roof
It seems too high and quite aloof.
Still I can join the world outside
Without the haste to duck and hide
My neighbors are the birds that sit
Upon the window’s ledge and flit.
They chatter and communicate
Oh such joy if I could translate
But since this wish can never be
I’ll settle for the sights I see !
I am a fish and wish to abide
Close by the sea and edge of the tide
But the fish in me is never sure
If my atmosphere is foul or pure
And swims about with no aim in sight
As I float to make it through each night.
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Claire V. Bogdanos 