Poetry — for my mother

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O Mother Earth,
you gift birth to bright yellow Buttercups,
​ ​ ​​ ​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​white Milk Maids,
and indigo-blue Shooting Stars,
​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​wherein,
​ ​ ​​​ ​​ ​​​ ​ ​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​land meets the empyrean —

And then more to feast the eye in ​ ​ ​​ golden Poppies, ​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​ ​ ​​​ ​​ ​​​ ​ ​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​purple Lupine, ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​and a blanket of…


Land of Medicine Buddha

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Breathing redwood trees surround, flourishing
although they make no sound, emitting air fresh
and pure, a paradise of dreams, my inner being
feels a peacefulness, a hiddenness, a quietude —

Purple cornflower, scarlet Indian paintbrush, and
wild hyacinth bathe the lustrous ground, wherein
Guan Yin gracefully extends her hand, to gift her
blessings of kindness, mercy, and compassion —

At the mossy pond of flickering light, swaying
shadows dance, a chickadee sings a song for me
sweet ethereal, a zephyr passes by, a reminder to
question my being-in-the-world —

As I breath in this hidden mystery, the Tibetan prayer flags…


Life

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Sister-Sunflower, awaken to the sunlight bright
​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​dappled be the sun’s lambent glow and ye
​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​​​​shall go to the meadow fair, wherein, ye shall
​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​​​​rejoice to draw in breath.

O Sister-Sunflower, bask in rays of blazing light
​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​​​​feed bustling ducklings eager for a bite of
​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​​​​crusty white bread that you conserved, just for
​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​​​​the duckling bird.

Sister-Sunflower, now rest in quiet eventide for ​ ​ ​​…


Poetry

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What I love best is poetry ​ ​ ​​​ ​​ ​​​ ​ ​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​And, I am certain that poetry loves me — What I see, experience, or feel ​ ​ ​​ I think ​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​Now, “How can I express that into words?” Sometimes ​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​nothing comes to me ​ ​ ​​​ ​​ ​​​ ​ ​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​ ​ ​​​ ​ — no sweet song of poetry, and then I wish I were ​ ​ ​​​ ​​ ​​​…


Forgiveness

A woman curled up on a sofa in an orange flowing dress.
A woman curled up on a sofa in an orange flowing dress.
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One day, I came unto my own
I would no longer accept falsity
in this, I only saw a fallacy
niceties will do just fine, although
they be not sublime —

This day, I felt raw rancor
for some think their unkindness
will have no consequences, but
all actions have repercussions
be they grand or small —

This hour, I reflect upon the day
I had told myself not to be brash
but rather side with humility
perhaps my pride got in the way
emotions swayed —

This minute, I dig deeper still
and realize I must make peace
within myself —
— Ah, yes, forgiveness!
To err is
quite human, and I am
assuredly embodied.

Peace be unto you, and peace be
— unto me.

​©Amy Pierovich

Thank you for reading my poetry.


Justice

A sunrise coming up over mountains with shining light.
A sunrise coming up over mountains with shining light.
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It’s a new day dawning, for I can feel it in
my bones, to atone for this unfathomable
period of darkness, for all of humankind —

Ah yes, it’s a new day dawning as the dazzling
stars, an explosion of light and wonderment, to
gift hope to those who now dwell in sorrow —

This is a time for peace!
​ ​​ This is a time for hopefulness!
​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​This is a time for equality!
​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​This is a time for justice for all! …


Ode to Mr. Bunny

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Wondrous birds chirp and sing, you chant unto me
such sweet melodies —

Might it be the mockingbird in the birch
​ ​ ​​ ​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ Or, could it be the whip-poor-will in the ancient oak
​ ​ ​​​​ ​ ​​​ ​​ ​​​ ​ ​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​Perhaps the white-throated sparrow aloft the pine

Cheerful squirrels scamper, play
dance, upon this blessed day, for the golden poppies
bloom in exultation!

Sweet bunny with your coat of shining grey, leap and hop amidst the clover, to quell your curiosity for O so…


Peril

A painting of angels in the heavens.
A painting of angels in the heavens.
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Archangels wrap me in your silken robe of
vermilion antiquity, o’er my head, flies the
sacred dove, envelop me as might a kind and
gentle mother’s love —

O kiss me with thy blessings sweet, protect
me within thy cloud of mercy, hearken me
unto the incandescent stars of the blessed
heavens —

Archangels hover closely unto me as does the
venerated sky of blue, encompass me in thy
serenity, protect me morn’, noon, and eventide
and guard me against malevolence —

O bathe me in a diadem of light, enkindle my trust in humanity once more, peril encircles me…


Ode to Mr. Bunny

Bunny laying curled up in snow.
Bunny laying curled up in snow.
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Bunny, sweet
sleep, my little one
— you’ve had so much fun!

Prancing amidst the clover
​ ​ ​​ Hopping from the apple tree
​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​O’er to the weeping willow
​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​And then you explore
​ ​ ​​​ ​​ ​​​ ​ ​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​Underneath the wheelbarrow

Now you lay before my feet, a
moment of liminality, as your eyes
close to half-moons, soon my bunny
will be in slumber land, dreaming —

“Ah, this life is grand, when I’m eating…

Amy Pierovich, Ed.D.

I am a sinologist, researcher, and poet, with a Doctorate of Education degree in Organizational Development and Leadership from the University of San Francisco.

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