Uncover the Sun

Sometimes there is longing

for something, someone,


you never met


to know it’s missing



the reach of a hand,

a wonder of mind,

the memory of a heart

without words to convey

what is lost

yet now and then a glimpse

deep inside the eyes,

a child’s laugh,

or the way the moonlight

reflects on water

in silent awe


for a moment, that pain

lessens, and you try

to catch, to hold

that brief fullness

as if it were tangible

as time

or as human hearts

that knew

the forever ocean of love,

always carrying you

home, no matter

how far you drift


The longing

for something, someone,

somewhere, in you

is in me too,

this shared missing,

connection in kind


waves of compassion

in an ocean of understanding

for this

unwordable longing,

in you, in me, in us

Eliel Fionn 7/29/23

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If I were to tell you

the story of yourself,

from the first idea of you,

the birthing breath of you,

through every day after


If I were to recount

the every thought of you,

the ocean of emotion,

each act and expression

of your mind, your body


If I were to say the name

of your every sensation, creation,

the words you strung in pearls

across the years,

the essential art of you


If I were to play

the notes you sang

or strummed or tapped,

each song you recognized

or danced to in delight


If I were to describe

the great heart of you,

those souls

you met and cherished,

embraced or rejected


If I were to tell you

that the breath of you,

from the most joyful

to the most sorrowful,

was sacred


As were your failures

and successes,

paths that turned

and twisted, all

that you discovered or lost


If I were to remind you

that you were more

than all the stories

of your life,

beyond your time here


Would you remember

in an eternity of days,

the deep down


you always were?


If you were to tell me

the story of yourself,

let it be vaster

than the stars, and finer

than sand from the sea

Eliel Fionn  7/17/23


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In Full Profound

Each day, a concert among the trees,
cicadas, birds, frogs, and bees,
a chirping, croaking, humming chorus,
a veritable sound thesaurus

And art, by nature’s palette painted,
with every color she’s acquainted,
etched in flower, bush, and creature
displaying every detailed feature

Sweet scents to delight any nose
of flowers resting in sun repose,
a smorgasbord of other smells
at which the nose sometimes rebels

The taste of crisp apple morning air
brings us into bold aware
of every breath that fills our senses
and helps us live without pretenses

Touch the earth in full profound
of flavors, scent, sight, and sound,
textures complex, smooth, or rough,
you’ll find abundantly enough

But civilization comes crashing in
with cars honking in the daily din,
things to do and shop and buy
underneath the cerulean sky

Then pause to see, to breathe, and feel,
to touch, to smell in fond appeal,
for senses, no matter what or where,
are gifts in which we all can share

Eliel Fionn 7/8/23

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Treasure Tree


In the meadow, tall and free,

I saw a gnarled treasure tree,

its bark held pockets of moss and more

gifts not found in town or store,

latticed lichen, bugs, each beak

of tiny birds nestled wing to cheek


And by its roots, as was its habit,

a snoozing, brown, bespeckled rabbit,

that promptly raised its sleeping head

and gazed without an ounce of dread,

then slowly hopped away from me,

to lounge at another side of the tree


Against the trunk I leaned full length,

the tree, it lent to me its strength,

and also several curious ants

(I had to brush them off my pants)

I sighed as I stood bark to cheek

and let down fall my heavy week


The week, it landed on springy grass

along with each alack, alas,

right next to a bunch of yellow flowers,

upon which bees hummed for hours,

about nectar, honey, sun and rain,

while I started to feel myself again


I stood in the sunshine at my leisure,

then thanked the tree for every treasure,

though it ran no errands, paid no bill,

had no obligations to fulfill,

simply by standing and being a tree

it gave peace and solace to more than me


Eliel Fionn 2/23/23

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We don’t want

to talk about

those people,

the ones that came



It was hard,

being poor,

the war, the work

that chapped the hands

and curved the back


Why remember

the unpleasantness

of their struggles,

when you can focus

on now


But see how my roots

still entwine me,

the fearful folk who fled

their home ground,

unwelcome there


I am bound

by ideas unconscious

but carried

carried into the future

by them, by me


Their blood still pulses

in my veins, they

keep me alive

through every hard



They are the salt

in my blood

that savors me

flavors me,

their sweat, their tears


I am from those

who came before,

though I never knew them-

gone long before

I ever became


I am full

of generations,

even of their joy

in knowing

I carry them still


Eliel Fionn 12/29/23

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I found a poem

in the garden

between the watering can

and a row of peas

where the sun

lay glistening


I found a poem

in the park

down the curve

of a slide

and the glee

of a child


I found a poem

under the covers

where my feet

reached past

our warmth

and felt the cold


I found a poem

in my head

but didn’t write

it down,

and then

I forgot every line


But even that

was a poem,

the empty space

that every rhyme


disappears into


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from your bones

and let the structure

of joy move you,

your arms

embracing everything

in half rounds



from your heart

with closed eyes tilted

up at the corners

and the soft curve

of your shoulders

seeking sky



from every hair

curling and coiling,

from the soles

of your feet arching

and your fingernails,

quarter moon smooth



from deep

earth orbiting


to sky bows

from rain

completing their bent



from your mind

at the thought

of everyone

who has ever

become part

of your smile


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night swim


the water is warmer

than the soft night air,

stars are dipping big and little

across the velvet sky


orange trees 

look like dark green 

corrugated cardboard,

moonlit cutouts


all the world 

is night different,

shades and textures



we tread water,

kicking our legs

to keep afloat

under the infinite 


stars smile

at our tiny grand plans,

which fade to shadows

in the peaceful water


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For Ukraine


There’s a bear

in the field

of sunflowers

tearing through

those golden glories

simply because

it doesn’t want them

to shine




has no purpose

but destruction,

forcing beauty 

into ruin,

and profaning 

the sacred


The sacred is a gift

that small minds

and cold hearts

cannot find

in themselves,

and set out 

to extinguish 

in others


But no matter how many 

flowers perish

in any season,

their seeds fall upon 

the nourishing earth

and grow

and grow

and grow


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If we sit together
on this rock by the river,
and let the sun
warm the hard places
where we do not meet

Maybe words will fall
into the water,
the hard words,
the disagreements,
the name calling

And the color of our skin
will be like flower petals,
each soft in beauty,
in difference

And our bodies,
their genders, places of birth,
languages, experiences,
will tell us both
about love and pain

And your beliefs
and mine will open
enough to include
a meeting place,
like this rock by the river

And the spark in your eyes
will greet mine,
maybe not in friendship,
or even understanding,
but in simple humanity