||A Busy Artist
He twiddle- twaddled the ivory keys
And bumble-babbled in Blankanese.
All day he dabbled in the fine arts.
All night he felt pain in his heart.
He ribble-rambled on a stray path
And he wibble -wabbled with wrath.
He gulped gallons of Vermouth
And then he quibbled about truth.
He strolled with his spinning head
Then he slept in the dark little shed.
At last he trindle-trandled no more
As he thought about his life's door.
And thus he nilled empty dull days
Not racing to exit his fuzzy maze.
A Girl's Seeing Her Aunt
Come child, seat yourself
Next to the wooden table.
Watch the pomegranates
Open their hearts to you.
Smell the aroma of the
Freshness and sweetness
Close to your nostrils
As you taste this luscious
Divine goodness, this
Simple mundane joy.
Dear child: you carry gifts
of mother earth with its
Enticing hues of all seasons:
The brick, the color of Fall,
The red insight, the color of
Your blood in your veins,
Just as the red rose graceful
And bending with the sun,
Of an August moon with
The stars as accompanists
And the white specks like
The snowflakes on the winter
Ground serenely still
Waiting, waiting for May.
Child, your diurnal orbit
Is like this lush pomegranate
The tasting of childhood and
The cycles of life through
The seasons all entwined
Into the pathways of seconds,
Of hours, of days and years
Constantly mobile like a colorful
Kaleidoscope in an orbit of your
Own being, of your own seat.
I wrote this poem as I was
Inspired by Jane Hirschfield's
poem, "The sweetness of Apples,
© 2011 Frieda L. Levinsky
Levinsky has received
commendations with Blue Ribbons from the
Downtown Central San Diego Library.
She has been
writing poetry for more than three decades.
She gets inspired by certain events on her
path. She often returns to some of
her fifty hardbound Harvard Classics for
inspiration. Sometimes, looking at art
inspires her to write. Once she wrote how
Rembrandt, Chagall and Cezane would feel
dusting her living room furniture or the
books about them simply sitting on her
marble table and collecting dust with only
her examining their artistry in the serenity
of her humble abode.
Frieda Levinsky's book of poetry,
Enlightened Ambiance, is forthcoming from Xlibris books.