Poetry is wonderful entertainment. Check out the August poems from our wonderful poets.
Who knew? Who knew when I attended A tryout At the suggestion of a friend That a wonderful experience Awaited me? What could be lovelier Than speaking the words of others In a beautiful setting With a director and authors Who cared And people who sometimes Lived the words? Words that resonated to me In my new home Where belonging was Never a question Love Again Love is not only for the young It appears out of nowhere When least expected At any age With the same strength as before Only different The same capacity to turn life upside-down In new ways ~ Stephanie Sloane, author of Dear Me: Poems of Loss, Grief, and Hope in New York’s Darkest Days
Slogans Virginia is not sexy but it is for lovers. I am hearing and seeing so many ads for travel. As restrictions dissipate and fear evaporates just enough, the world is once again an oyster, her hard eroding shell to be pried open to unleash a Pandora’s box of discoveries. My destination bucket list is long and ticking off any item makes me feel alive and well. Dip your toe in the water, or dive right in? That choice is hardwired in our genetic makeup. Nature vs. nurture is always at play like children dancing in the streets. The road less travelled is having a grand reopening with colorful triangular flags swinging from the white cloud rafters. Make your mark. The sky’s the limit. Don’t choose wisely, follow your heart and your gut. Stand tall and face the consequences. Make a wish and wait and see. Live each day. It’s that simple. ~ Nicole Freezer Rubens, author of The Long Pause and the Short Breath…Poems & Photos & Reflections on New York City’s Pandemic
Hiding Makes No Sense Although I'm not in shape to create a tome, I thought I would take time to write a poem, It is a tale similar to the late Nora Ephron, Who wrote stories of truth we depended on, Especially when she said she "hated her neck", So, I decided, hey, what the heck, And went to the surgeon with a hefty check. Now, this was not an arbitrary decision, It is serious and needed a careful opinion, Or two or three or four or more. It is not that I wanted to turn back time, Who would I be kidding, it's so out of line, It is simply for my very own well being, So that I can be comfy with what I am seeing, In my mirror each day and can honestly Say, I will be the best looking gal in the old age home. I am not advocating for a lift and a pull, Just not hiding that a wish you can fulfill, Is there for you, before you're over the hill. Feeling good about yourself leaves room for better things. ~Carol Ostrow, author of Poems from My Pandemic Pen
You will never know Empathy is fine Sympathy is incomplete because we are all different The face we show the world is not the one that cries alone at night Even when You are not alone You can be alone in a crowd Some have no clue about what they have done to others Innocent and ignorant are not friends Shower crying works because it ends before the towel Happy or sad tears, the result is the same 2020 made is tougher and more resolute in what we need to do The anger is quiet and explodes all around Be there and listen You will never know everything but you need to know and learn Until you leave this khaki coil ~Madlyn Epstein Steinhart, author of Put Your Boots on and Dance in the Rain