"FIREFLIES"
Ever since the world has been
And fireflies have been--
Mystery and joyous glee
Have lighted up within--
Little hearts that watched
Small glowing lanterns taken
flight--
Sparks of star shine on off
The borders of the night--
Wondrous fireflies what
Is your secret, tell us do--
Did God make up a fairy tale
When He created you?
"UNICORN"
Mystical unicorn--mystery dwells
throughout your form.
How did you acquire your green
mane and single horn?
Your delicate body and long tail
and cloven hoof
All mystical diamonds in
the rough.
Casting luster and decorating
textiles and tapestries
requiring our minds to become
as deep as the seas.
In order to comprehend the
darkness that brought you to light,
product of a fanciful mind,
taken flight.
Did you rule the land of
the unknown,
no other taking precedence
over you alone?
Did they fear that single horn
would be thrust straight
through their heart,
casting into Hades should
they depart?
From your rule which was
everlasting mystery
through ages and ages of
mystical history.
"MADONNA AND CHILD"
Mary, God's Mother--your baby
Jesus rests on your knee
So little, so vulnerable--yet He
Threw the stars in the skies
Scattered flowers and tries--so we
Could glory in their beauties
Rest beneath their lush leaves
Mary, God's Mother, at Baby's
Tender age--did you know
He would one day redeem us
By his blood and woe?
Did you hold Him ever closer
As His fingers clutched your hand
Baby fingers which command
The heavens, seas and sand
You willingly consented to
His oncoming cross
Never judging us--believing
You were last and least of course
For you loved us even then
Sinners though we be
And one day Baby Jesus would
Give His mother to you and me.
"DEW DROPS"
We don't often see dew drops
They come and go
After long intervals of
waiting.
Perhaps not so to country folks
But I know
The last time I saw dew drops,
They clung upon the outside
stair bannister
White--glistening-transparent
against the inky black
Upon a butterfly wing
I think
Close to a blade of grass,
Fairies could have placed
them or angels
Crystallic--rainbow colored
They have caught a
glint of the heavens
Within little drops of fluid poetry.
Dearest little tiger kitten
White chest and white mittens
Easily our hearts are smitten
By your love--of this we're sure.
How moving objects do
entrance you
You'll jump and pirouetting
dance to
And catch and toss with
graceful art
As if you knew
We're watching you,
Each comfy, cozy corner
draws you
Cardboard boxes
paper bags too
You'll snuggle in
our smiles you'll win.
You dearest fun and comfort
lover
With understanding
You'll discover
A purring entrance
to our heart.
This is "Muffin", Gloria's newest mascot.
"A PENNY"
A penny used to be -
worth a fortune to me.
Ten gumdrops -
Eighteen pink peppermints -
Twenty black high hats -
or
Five licorice shoelaces.
Such was the lot - of
One who got - a penny.
"PEPPERS ON A STRING"
It's so Italianistic to have peppers on a string
Red - green - orange red - and yellow green
They seem to sing
Of comfort and of hominess and oldtime bounty's glow
Pointed - rounded - squared off - pepper style
One just seems to know
The harvest's good; There's plenty peppers now for us to eat
So preserve a few - dry out a few -
For winter's coming treat.
"FLOWERS IN A CROCK"
Picturesque
Flowers in a crock
The delicacy of flowers
The sturdiness of a crock
Distinguishing hearth and home -
Aroma of wide fields of wild flowers.
Hours of joy - A crock its quarters,
Drinking at the breast of kitchen tap waters.
What dreams of eternity brought forth the joy of flowers;
What homespun artistry the simplicity of the crock.
Here seen the creativeness of heaven and earth combine
Confine within a crock
Picturesque joy.
"MATZOH BALLS"
Twas noontime and twas in a cafeteria of note
Where I ordered matzoh ball soup
And I thought they'd be afloat.
Petite and bite or spoon size
Yet much to my surprise
There they were quite sunk in consommé
And right before my eyes
Unfolded the dilemma of
To be or not to be
I wasn't sure those matzoh balls were
Quite the thing for me.
Petite, oh gracious me
There was only room for two
But I paid the price - that broke thrice
No doubt this fact was true.
Twas right here in America
An Italian sat her down
To French consommé in which
Two Jewish matzohs seemed to drown.
Cosmopolitan - atmospheric
distintive drama USA
And once you've tasted matzoh balls
You'll know they're here to stay.
"DAWN"
The dawn has escaped
From the dark night's tomb
Substituting the sun for the waning moon.
Birds chirp bitter sweetly
At the crack of dawn
Ready to greet
The fledgling morn.
The sun steals upward
On its way
Slowly brightening
The new born day.
Then paints the sky
In colors of glamor
Rivaling heaven's panorama.
The break of day charms
And many little ones born
Are christened by the name of dawn.
Copyright Ó 1997- 1999 Gloria DeGrazia. All rights reserved.
