Fiona Schwartzinoff Poems
- The Stone Of The Wailing Wall It warms to the touch like a ...
- Piano Lessons I finish the piece. You smile and ...
- Haiku To A Stranger Waiting in line at the groceries, ...
- *fantasies Of The Average New ... It really is a sorry ...
- If You See A Mountain Of Sea-F... If you see a mountain of ...
- Can You Promise? Can you promise that I will be remembered? ...
- Even Though The Sun Wasn'T Out I saw two wild hearts in the ...
Once upon a time, there was a girl who lived in a village by the sea. She loved piano, books, trees, fish, and extravagant hats. She had a romance with Beethoven and Chopin. She had tea-time daily with the Bronte sisters. She also had a strong friendship with Emily Dickinson and William Shakespeare. But what is this past tense? She still lives!
And her name is Fiona-Mae.
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The Stone Of The Wailing Wall
It warms to the touch like a loved one,
Like a friend one has not seen in years.
Pressing one’s face into its surface
The stone comes to life,
It embraces and caresses.
It breathes soft wails,
Wind of storms
And breezes of desert lands
“I Am that I Am, ” it says.
Each word is a tear drop,
Each sweet, breathy word:
“I am Your God, I am Your Father.
I am Your Rest, I am Your Messiah.”
I hear the Wall wailing,
I hear its soft cries,
Muted by grenades of madness
And ignorance and hate.
And even when the world is ...