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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Fiona Schwartzinoff Poems
Come, Dear Friend
Come, dear friend, it’s night now; all the world is fast asleep. Come! Let’s run away, Far to the shores and deep.
How Dare You Imprison God?
How dare you imprison God? He canot be held in your church. He cannot be held within your stone walls Nor your sermons or theological search.
'Yes, son.' 'I wish to wear the sky, When the sky is dark, That dark, dark blue,
The Dreadful Truth
I looked in the mirror And a reflection gazed back. It was me. But not the way I saw myself -
Sometimes I lay under the sun and believe that there could be nothing more powerful. Sometimes I look out to the ocean, and believe that there could be nothing more vast. But then I think of the Hand that gave heat to the sun and the brush that painted the sea, And I believe, “Truly, what is there greater than He who holds all of the universe fast? ”
Haiku To A Stranger
Waiting in line at the groceries, You’re in the aisle just next to mine.
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?
In The Land Beyond The Sun
When the time comes that I vanish, Remember me when I am gone. When my footprints fade away To the land beyond the sun.
~Eulogy To The Pines~
You will be missed. Your rough red skin peeling Like the many tourists who enjoyed your shade.
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,
The Love Affair
I sat in my room, cold and bleak, The light within grew grey and weak. I stood to open the door, just a peek, And I had a love affair.
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.
I finish the piece. You smile and nod. “Beautiful.” I doubt it. “But…? ”
*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!
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Come, Dear Friend
Come, dear friend, it’s night now;
all the world is fast asleep.
Come! Let’s run away,
Far to the shores and deep.
Far, far away, dear friend
With no one but God to trust.
There, in the great big somewhere
Where no one may ever find us.
To the place where we can run –
No, fly! – in our very own light;
Where the grass whispers and the trees sing
And the sun is sweet and bright.
Take me now! Hell, I don’t care
About whom I may leave behind.
I want us – and only us.
Whatever else, together, we’ll find.
I want to be where no one ...