Literary Works by ILIA

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

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

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

An Ode to an Egret

Of course, being pristine white
Gives one the right
To strut her stuff

Strolling along
With neck so very long
Feathers all a fluff

Such an elegant stance
Makes you think of romance
But she is also tough

Although large, totally petite
With graceful legs and feet
Just a glimpse of her is enough

But this little princess
In her feather dress
Looked like a puff

As she sat on a chair
Feet swinging in the air
Showing off all her stuff

ILIA
© 8 Mar 10

I love hearing the trees sing

I see not a feather nor a wing

It can’t be the birds that do this thing.

ILIA

© Copyright 2010

I hear a thousand and one singers
raising their voices as one, out my window
Chiming in to sing a song of joy
raising the volume as loud as it could go.

The music is so sweet
one cannot help but listen
with pure delight
to the newest rendition.

Once the song is done
a discussion starts with just a few
of the main singers asking
how about something new?

A fresh song is started
one that is equally angelic
alighting such joy in your heart
that time stops with nary a tic.

And, once your breath has been taken away
by the beautiful singers just outside
silence takes over, soon to be followed
with a voice that begins again to turn the tide.

ILIA
© Copyright 2009

I’m as free as a bird
I’m as light as a feather
There’s a spring in my step
And a song in my heart
My days are filled with laughter
And joy twinkles in my eyes
I think of you Shielynn
And my heart goes pitter pat.

With all my love,
Max

ILIA
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