More Poems
Here are more poems written by Kimberly Ann Schwarz.
Some were read and recorded by her friends.
All photos were made by Kimberly Ann Schwarz.
“Cold Incantation” Free Verse poetry
Written by Kimberly Ann Schwarz
January 2020
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Photo captured by Kimberly Ann Schwarz
Indian Hill, Ohio - March 2018
“Creature Teacher” photo
Captured by Kimberly Ann Schwarz
The Wilds, Cumberland, Ohio - May 2018
Fine art print effects: Topaz Studio
January 2020
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“Creature Teacher” Free Verse poetry
Written by Kimberly Ann Schwarz
January 2020
“Giraffe Friends” photo
Captured by Kimberly Ann Schwarz
The Wilds, Cumberland, Ohio - May 2018
Fine art print effects: Topaz Studio
January 2020
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“Giraffes” Quatrain poetry (abab pattern)
Written by Kimberly Ann Schwarz
January 2020
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© 2019 Kimberly Ann Schwarz *Click on photo/poem to enlarge.
© 2019 Kimberly Ann Schwarz *Click on image above to enlarge.
Those Wings Move
to maneuver its center, its mass, its soul
to the left to the right
upward
downward
diag
on
al
fluttering here and there
from flower to flower
sugar, its food
giver of new growth
larger than needed, but not really —
sharp turns would morph into wide ones
missing parts would disable flight
too easy of a prize for others
80 to 100 degrees fahrenheit, a gift
for flight and survival.
Without them, earthly life weakened.
- For Meagan Toothman, 1987-2011
© 2019 Kimberly Ann Schwarz
Eavesdropping
I sit alone
at a table for two,
barely hearing little bits
of a story:
…One day, it just rained…
She listens, looks at him,
absorbing each word
like a sponge. He continues
his story.
…staring in the mirror…
Her eyes, still engaged,
but her face and body start to sink.
No sign of her avoiding or redirecting him,
I see how his words soak her mind and heart.
…So in the process of reckoning with it…
Soon her hand reaches his,
along with her eyes,
and lends support to him,
wiping away any shame or blame.
…slowly submitting myself to…
Finally, a smile — hers, then his —
allowing his words, his story
to linger in the air, to dry out
and restore the shape of its purpose.
That’s what we do,
I think to myself,
as I leave them behind
in the busy coffeeshop.
© 2019 Kimberly Ann Schwarz
Lost or Found
The dreams we see
on any given day
tend to be
loose and fleeting
lost and forgotten.
The dreams we see
in a visionary way
promise to be
focused and lasting
found and laudable.
© 2018 Kimberly Ann Schwarz