Fiona Schwartzinoff Poems

You will be missed.

Your rough red skin peeling
Like the many tourists who enjoyed your shade.
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I finish the piece.
You smile and nod.
“Beautiful.”
I doubt it. “But…? ”
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It really is a sorry situation
To live in New York without the means.
But if you’ve got the gift an imagination like mine…
By Jove, the luxuries swell and teem!
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It really is a sorry situation
To live in New York without the means.
But if you’ve got the gift an imagination like mine…
By Jove, the luxuries swell and teem!
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I am in this world
Yet not of this world.
I see into wild regions
That in my mind unfurl
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If you see a mountain of sea-foam,
You know you have seen my soul
Which floats serenely in a realm of blue,
Unnoticed, living to its full.
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I am washing the dishes in a monotonous bore
When I suddenly pause to assess the air.
There is a mystery floating here and there,
But as soon as I pause, it is no more.
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Hands folded primly,
Hair falling properly;
Delicate background.
Delicate skin –
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I am still that little girl
The one who loved seashores
And books and lollipops.
But sometimes… I just forget.
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Numbers-
I hate them.
Always calculating,
Peering over at you
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