CHILDLIKE WONDER (c) By Polly Guerin

Looking at art with childlike wonder

I search for distant lands and ponder

Can I become an inventor of dreams?

The creator of unlimited schemes?

Who makes the world a better place?

Accepting the beauty in every race

The spacious generosity of art

Transforms the view from the start

Keep that childlike sense of awe

A sensitive heart before you draw

Choose divine ideas to unify

Hear the heartbreak, a child’s cry

Reach out with expansive arms

Embrace the downtrodden in alarm

Prepare for a new way of thinking

Even through your heart is blinking

Find infinite solace in the art of being

Faithful, sensitive and seeking

Widen your vision and release doubt

Awaken to a new vision, live out loud!!!


Image: Oil on Canvas based on the "Frog Boy" sculpture overseeing one of the ponds at the Atlanta Botanical Gardens. His delight in the ponds and the frogs with which he cavorts is infectious.

Polly Guerin
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WHISPERING ANGELS (c) By Polly Guerin

Come closer; let me whisper in your ear

There are many secrets to be told, my dear

I’ll remind you of those unfulfilled dreams

You have put aside, holding back it seems

Forget the improbable, remember to affirm

Commitment to perform, can be learned

Lift up your expectations for life’s journey

Unburden hindrances and arise yearning

Let an inner smile broaden on your face

Remember you're going to win the race

It becomes reality and you feel reborn

Forget naysayers, who want to scorn

Every chance you get, keep your vision

Your unlikely ambition has arisen

Listen, I’ll tell you of impossible things

Treasures that life’s journey brings

Linger longer; let me whisper in your ear

There are so many surprises for you to hear.

HEART'S DESIRE (c) By Polly Guerin

Let’s go to the land of our heart’s desire

Where the sweetness of life sets us on fire

There find safe harbor for fondest dreams

What need for you to care for schemes?

Come away with me oh foolish child

To the winter of our life and be so mild

I’ll kiss your lips and hold your legendary hand

For time is fleeting, do you not understand?

There’s not much more time for lingering on

Love’s sweet song is not in the abyss, beyond

Don’t let love pass with a goodbye glance

For now I’m saddened with circumstance

Oh come away with me my foolish child

With the fairy hand in hand we will glide

And mend all the broken heart’s weeping

And dance the magic of love before sleeping.

PLANTING THOUGHTS (c) By Polly Guerin (inspired by Monet's Garden at the New York Botanical Garden May 17, 2012)

                                                                                                                                                                
As I  dig deeper, thoughts come seeping

While I’m watery, weeding, weeping

Like seeds the desires of the heart planted

Continual patient care, nurturing granted

Do not disturb their silent germination

Learn planting patience and creation

Like a gardener, a caretaker of life

Sunlight, a happy disposition suffice

Your desires will bear fruit in time

In orderly manner like nature recline

And worry not, how life will unfold

Plant positivity, be brave, be bold

Watch thoughts bud like a flower

Rain will come gladly, let it shower

Plant beds of wisdom, re-set goals

A gardener’s perennial is never sold

But determined, persistent to the end

All is well! Plant your dreams, my friend!

Say,“YES”TODAY                                                

By Polly Guerin 4/24/2012

Procrastination is the fault
Tomorrow I’ll do it!

I’ll volunteer for something
Take piano lessons or sing

And how about that course
I planned to register but lost

Out on life’s destiny moment
Even maybe write a sonnet

But I’ll do it when I retire
At least before I expire

Yet, one day I’ll do it!!!

One day turned into a week
You see I’m becoming weak

One day turned into a month
Procrastinating I was sunk

One day turned into a year(s)
Now there are so many tears

The days, the years pass so fast
The opportunity did not last

Don’t put things off and off
Let your creativity soar

It’s not too late, get started,
Be glad, not downhearted

Decide to do it “Now
Watch everyone say “WOW”!!!

SYMPHONY OF THE CITY (c) By Polly Guerin

The city hisses, belches and moans

No pity for pedestrians who roam

About their journey in unending noise

Gives us cause, don’t panic but poise

Yet, the tiny sparrows chat a dusk
Great storytellers chirping with lust

In a constant search and forage
Within the empty concrete forest

The honking traffic floats up to my window
Ghastly sounds interrupt dreamy venue

Yet, the great seagulls tour the skies
Up from the river I hear their cries

The fire engines blare their grim warning
Piercing even in the wee hours of the morning

Yet, the black crow from the park nearby

Complains Caw Caw, then off he flies

Every week there’s a crash on the corner
Taxi and car, you bet, someone’s a goner

Yet, the little oasis by the Church middle
A trickle fountain plays its sonic fiddle

Isolated plugged-in people in the crowd fade
Ignoring blossoms in the gardens on parade

Yet, Cherry blossom trees sing a pink serenade
With golden and red tulips dancing in the glade

A little feisty dog with a stupendous bark
Rips through the quiet soundscape park

Yet, a grey squirrel embarks solo on the street
A Brownstone city dweller I have yet to meet

The only wild animals are the pedestrians
Their backpacks whacking in all directions

Yet, some days the sun shines like a prism
And releases us from this noisy prison

Where the sweet sparrow’s chirping song
Reminds me, Alas, this where I belong.

NATURE'S RAINBOW, WILDFLOWERS(c) By Polly Guerin

Blazing yellow forsythia dances into spring

Row after row the first bushes rise and sing

The state flower of Brooklyn, New York

Forsythia borders houses, field and fork

In the road forsythia ambling on declares

Its place in parks, cascade rocks beware

Wildflowers a riot of rainbow colors emerge

Blooming first a 'beauty blossom' is so rare

In the bloom of spring butterflies take flight

Spreading their happy rebirth now in sight

While busy builders birds build nests

To fledge their young and do not rest

Till the work is done a song is sung

And the leaves burst from slumber

Bursting forth green and cherry blossom

Pink drifting over forest and city streets

Renewal, rejuvenation, rebirth such joy

An explosion of blooms now deploy

Reminds us, marvel at nature's beauty

A gift bestowed without any duty.