Creations Magazine Poetry & Art

On The Wings of Butterflies
by Leni Friedland, Mt. Sinai, NY

On the wings of butterflies,
my fragile dreams dance gently
in the mid-day sun.
On the wings of butterflies,
may all my sorrow be lifted
into the summer breeze
and float away.
On the wings of butterflies,
may happiness fly
through my window and
find a forever home.

The Zen of Writing
by Kat Smith, Selden, NY

There is no silence
As the end of a word
What I cannot say
Is lost forever
In the death of a phrase
My words are a part of my condition
My heart is learning all there is to learn
I will not return to the source
Until I know this lesson well . . .
It is so hard to feel
When words desert me
To open myself to silence
Spaces designed to set me free
And I think that is what it’s all about
To do without
An answer, a witty retort
There is nothing to report
And this frightens me . . . . .

One Round Word
by Joanna M. Weston

my child asked
‘What is God?’
answers and questions
dribbled in from the corners
of my mind
a word enlarged in the quiet
became round as the sun
grew large yellow flowers
that flamed, sank, flared
the scent of dust and roses
dazzled speech
as green turned and spun
hidden by petals
slim stem rising out of moonlight
the child leaned against me
and said ‘God is really everything’

My Life is Not An Apology
(Poem for My Father)
by Nancy Owens, Northport, NY

My life is not an apology, but a life. It is for itself and not for a spectacle.
Ralph Waldo Emerson

If you must be sad and mourn what I am not,
please experience joy knowing I know what you are not,
and what you are,
and I loved you before I knew either,
and after I knew both.

When only silence came from you to me,
and the reflection in your glaring eyes
was absent but for despair,
I felt no grief for you or me
because I do not dwell on images.

Should I have been relieved
when you identified the cause of your unhappiness?
I felt no guilt so you lifted no burden;
but, damn, how I hurt with the knowledge of your pain.
YOU WANTED ME TO BE BETTER THAN YOU!
I tense and stiffen and quake with the thought.

Momentarily, I wish to be eternally barren
for the fear that your desire might be hereditary.
Somewhere I may have a gene so harsh
and so judgmental
that no post-natal enlightenment could erase its mark.

But the fear passes, as I place my true faith in my own heart.
A truer song I’ll never hear than this which tells me we are all divine.
As sure as I know my face and my name and my blood,
I know there is no one better than I,
and not a soul, living or dead, better than you.

So you are stuck with your judgment that you could be improved upon
and left with your disappointment that you didn’t spawn the one to do it.

I am left with my uncompromising acceptance
of all of us,
shining and flawless.
I challenge you to judge my love.

The Symbiotic Bond
by Marisa Frasca, Manhasset, NY

Can it really be?
When did you become a woman?
A being separate from me
Your frame was once a perfect fit
For the space inside my arms
Your lips were once a perfect match
For the areolas of my breasts
It seems not long ago
We were a budding flower
And her stem
…Then you unfurled your petals
And moved away from me.

One of my wise friends
Says all loves change
They’re eventually outgrown
Best to break that symbiotic bond
It’s necessary for the soul’s survival

That may well be

My intellect welcomes, understands this change
And I rejoice in the splendid woman
You’ve become
I wish you every joy and hope fulfilled
I bestow you blessings
And love that’s everlasting

But I’ll admit, every now and then
I have trouble with my rebellious soul
It doesn’t seem to understand
Time, change
And the fact that children grow
It says eternity is too short
To weaken the memories of the bosom

Sometimes it says it feels a phantom limb
Sometimes it thinks it is a bird being denied its song
Sometimes I catch it grieving
For the little girl that was
The music born
Within

Paintings by Jahn Guarino
www.jahnsart.com
(631) 368-4800

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