Literary Works by ILIA

Wind Song

I stand atop the mountain
Horizon to horizon in sight
Every way I turn
The world at my command

I unclasp the flute
To play the song of space
To weave the magic
From then to now

I urge the notes
To create an enchantment
Sparkles and flows appear
And dance in the sky
And grace the land

Birds appear
Fascinated by the song
Welcoming it
Joining in
And raising their voices
In the melody

The elegant wind
Flows in and around
The delightful notes
Carrying it far

Answering the call
A wolf arrives
Deciding to be my guardian

The song arrives
In this time
From eons ago
With the hope and the dream
Knowing it will soon be fulfilled

A cat in now
Looks me in the eyes
“I wasn’t here” I tell her
She nods her head
And goes back to sleep

ILIA
2 Apr 12
Copyright © 2012 ILIA aka Leigh Ann Lemire.  All Rights Reserved.

Who knew how large you would grow

From the small sprout that I did sow

Providing shade to your fellow plants with your vine

The cucumbers you produced tasted so devine

Day after day your happiness was a joy to behold

You grew well beyond the time to fold

You touched my life and my heart

And now its time to depart

ILIA

To the cucumber vine that was suppose

to be a 120 day old plant that grew for

over 160 days.

© Copyright. All Rights Reserved.

Swinging my baton like a maestro
I make my plants grow

My baton looks like a shovel
my podium like gravel

I conduct an orchestra of plants and trees
butterflies, birds and bumble bees

ILIA

© Copyright 2010

It was a good laugh
because of my gaffe

first it was a jiggle
that made me giggle

with great clarity
I saw the hilarity

with eyes lit like glitter
I didn’t restrain my titter

for what it was worth
I couldn’t contain my mirth

Jellied knees buckling
I continued chuckling

down on the floor
I laughed some more

my plan was to beguile
to get you to smile

looks like I got my way
bringing cheer to your day

© ILIA

You’re right, it is fun answering a poem with a poem
It’s certainly not comparable to Jeroboam*

In this situation
it’s more like a causation

that touches the heart
with a creation of art

ILIA

© Copyright 3 May 10

* Jeroboam – noun:   (Old Testament) first king of the northern kingdom of Israel who led Israel into sin (10th century BC)

for the song birds that put the sun to sleep

Goodbye, Goodbye dear friend
I’ll see you again when you come around the bend

Till then far thee well
I’ll wait in the tree where I dwell

Bye-bye so long
I sing to you in my song

In the descending night
I won’t take flight

I’ll wait soundlessly
In my tree

Till my chore
comes once more

When you round the bend
I’ll greet you again my dear friend

ILIA

© Copyright 2010

I purchased a bunch of sunshine
I brought it to my home,
it was so devine

Every morning the sunshine beamed
I would smile from ear to ear
or so it seemed

It poured out its rays
That bunch of sunshine
all throughout the days

Until I found a ray on the floor
to be followed by others
Until it shone no more

I took the remains of the rays
tossed them into the ground
an action that truly pays

From the ground
new sunshine grew
now the rays abound

Copyright © ILIA

Today I found out what birds really do
Their task starts when the morning sky
Gives the glimmer of a new day

That time is called Astronomical Twilight
The time between dawn and sunrise
It’s that time period when the sky is not completely lit
Nor is it completely dark

The birds awaken at the very start of
The Astronomical Twilight
…today it was 4:35am

Every bird
Whether adult or baby
Participates in the feat

As one their song starts
One charming choir
Singing their most heartfelt melody
To appeal to the sun

From Astronomical Twilight to Sunrise
The birds sing in tune
And tirelessly with their request

The sun hears the birds
With the encouragement to rise
Thus brings in a new day

For eons the birds have had their way

ILIA
© 12 April 10

I’ve got just one whisker sticking straight in the air
Does that make me a unicorn, I wonder?

My other whiskers curl wildly around my face
I just have that one to keep me from a blunder

(for our really cute Opie Taylor)

ILIA
© 1 Apr 10

Click, Click
Clickity, clickity, click

Holding herself with a graceful classiness
Head held high, so sweet and filled with bliss

The little lady gently tapped some more
Across the vast expanse of the wood floor

Oblivious, or so it seems,
Of eyes turning her way, filled with dreams

To see the petite princess
Strut in her leopard dress

Why, I wonder in this game,
Don’t the boys sound the same?

The big hulks, while they case
Just pad along silently on the same base

No one noticing the cleverness
Of the guys stealthiness

While the little lady love is the one
Taking the entire show, having all the fun!

ILIA
© 27 Mar 10

For Shielynn, our princess cat