Biography of Fiona Schwartzinoff
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.
Fiona Schwartzinoff Poems
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,
I finish the piece. You smile and nod. “Beautiful.” I doubt it. “But…? ”
Haiku To A Stranger
Waiting in line at the groceries, You’re in the aisle just next to mine.
*fantasies Of The Average New Yorker*
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!
God told a secret to the clouds The clouds wrote it to the trees The secret, whispered amid their leaves, Was heard by passing bees.
I looked in the mirror one day And saw a girl with red hair and freckles. She gaped at me, and laughed at me And finally spoke with a heckle:
Their swift feet which carry them far away Into places unimaginable to man. Their manes flow in the breath of Wind Who sweeps them up in his vast wingspan.
Where Was The World?
The gaunt figures of the holocaust Walking silhouettes of dead. I wonder at their caved in eyes And their ghastly shaven heads.
You Hold My Heart
You hold my heart – Thus hold this page with care, Softer than thunder; petals may tear And fly in scattered colors away, apart;
If You See A Mountain Of Sea-Foam
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.
Can You Promise?
Can you promise that I will be remembered? That the world will shed a tear When it realizes there’s no more Fiona, That she no longer lives here?
Even Though The Sun Wasn'T Out
I saw two wild hearts in the heather. Running, they flew through the grass; Dancing, they climbed the shores and cliffs To a sea as calm as glass.
They Wear The Mask
They frolic about like fawn, They flit about like fairy, They rule the room, They burn the air –
Numbers- I hate them. Always calculating, Peering over at you
Hands folded primly,
Hair falling properly;
Delicate skin –
What about the secret within?
What lies behind those shining eyes,
Those eyes gleaming like wine at the bottom of a glass,