Written February 3, 2020 There is a willow in my heart,Whose leaves refuse to ruffle,The wind, it blows,The sky, it snows,The leaves? Not a scuffle. But then you came along,Singing a delicate little song,The one that tickles,Its manner fickle,And to that willow it has gone. Now that willow, Its boughs, they billow,But with it, there’s nothing wrong.All it wants, its mind ensconced,Is to hear that little song. Willow of the Heart © Safira Schiowitz
Written January 5, 2020 This songbird sings sweetlyIt speaks to the starsAnd soars on the wind Its feathers are soft and goldenThey shimmer in wavesLike moonlit velvet No one can see this birdMost can sense when it is near It is friends with the universeAnd its perch is the heart
Written October 11, 2019 At first:A sunrise.It touches a new world,Welcoming it into existence,Spreading joy like honey.Our eyes are round and full,And we absorb this light,This light that will lastBut for an instant. Now:We see that there is a horizon.That there is an end to this beginning.At times clouds gather,Our souls folding inward,Like black holes withBlazing stormsRinging in our ears. But, my friend, such is life.There must be one beginning.You can choose your end. Now:We see that there is lightBeyond…
Written December 17, 2019 what do I do? she askssnow falling likemoon pastecoating her lungsin wonder and love. why do I do it?she asksand the sun answersbecause life is goldand time is glass. Reflection © Safira Schiowitz
Written December 6, 2019 Isn’t the snow pretty?She turns to me, lips pointUp like a shallow bowlYes What is snow?The sky doesn’t want to shed tearsSo it sheds stars instead Trees shudder withFrosting and gumdrops The dust of melancholy and palpableLove Love Dust © Safira Schiowitz
Written August 21, 2019 Is the moon an evening sun?Which chooses to send down its light in cascades of silverInstead of goldAnd to cover us all in a blanket of lethargyNot energyWilling our leaded lids to closeForcing us into a land of clouds with a gentle power Is a firefly a fireflyand a dragonfly a dragonflybecause the dragon must arrive before the fire?Could this be the explanation of whyThe dragonfly buzzes its opalescent wingsGlistening in favor of the daylight sunBefore…
Written June 26, 2019 There is nothing more elusivethan stretched shackles darkenedby the stubborn determination that sprouts in recurringvines. But the chains are forged frombiotic fractalsAnd the leaves are wrought ofmud encrusted irondirtied by Timewhose very handsstretch across the Universein broad and deceiving caresses. The lies are smothered in a bedof tenderness. And still the beat rolls onits waves spiraling into the monotonous eternitythat is preserved by the corridorsof ignorant ecstasy and uninhibitedBrilliance Still it is strangled in the inviting clutches of raw perception. Willow of…
Written March 16, 2019 Silhouettes of swaying palmsplastered upon a skysodden with glistening stars. december, may, february,they don’t mean anything here,in this playground for foolsSurrounded by beauty and yetThey care not. Why make all this soyou can’t be thanked?They are in submarines:waiting to drown in a seaof turquoise and coral. They care not. Contemplations © Safira Schiowitz
Written December 26, 2018 There was a voiceI did not hear itAs ancient as the Distant pyramidsAs liquid as the Silkin starsBarred by no fenceAnd marred with scarsPerhaps I’ll heed it another day For now I’d rather stay away. There was a voiceAs pure as silverMy god I wishI did not kill herShe was frailShe was smallPerhaps did not exist at allBut she was there, oh yes indeedThat little voice I did not heedBecause I was filled with hate and greedThat silent voice…