The Three Tomatoes’ poets, have new poems that cover a range of emotions that will make you think, make you laugh, and pause for just a moment.
January 12, 2023
46 years ago today
my mother got remarried.
I was 9 and wore a skirt and vest
with tiny printed rosebuds
littering the stiff red velvet fabric.
I remember getting dressed
and waiting to go to Lutèce,
an old school
fancy French restaurant in midtown,
apt in retrospect
because my mother’s new last name
would be Paris,
different from mine.
My stepdad to be
sent over a small bouquet for me.
I remember a white plastic funnel
was the receptacle
for baby pink and red roses
punctuated by baby’s breath.
That and the polyester blouse
under my vest
are the only white I recall that day.
It was a small luncheon gathering.
What I can picture most
is the room and the rabbi.
He was my stepfather’s reform rabbi,
also different from mine,
and called me by the wrong name
during the ceremony.
So last night
when I realized that today
would have been an anniversary,
I thought I could summon
a lot of detail,
but I can’t.
I remember not feeling happy.
I remember returning
to my grandparents’ apartment
to stay with them
while the bride and groom
honeymooned in Palm Beach.
I do not recall
who suggested we let my bridal bouquet
to have a sweet smelling
dusty faded keepsake
propped up on Nana’s dining room sideboard
until its petals
just kept cracking
more than surviving,
and its sweet smell
dissipated into the musty
stagnant domestic air.
I must have worn my pretty outfit again,
but I don’t remember that either.
~Nicole Freezer Rubens, author of “The Long Pause and the Short Breath”
To Change with the Times
Shakespeare said, “all the world is a stage “,
For our modern times, TikTok is the rage,
No more books for our interests to engage,
It’s the internet that entices instead of a page,
I’m a curious girl who loves a good story,
Remember the book, Tuesdays With Morey?
About a lonely old man who outlived every friend,
Stayed wise and aware until his mortal end,
I love turning pages, the feel of a book,
Perhaps a story of how the earth really shook,
When a protagonist realizes a pretty female took,
His breath away with a sexy sad look,
Remember when we watched films in a movie house,
As hundreds with you were as quiet as a mouse?
The only sounds were crinkling bags of candy,
Or a laugh or two when the lead seemed randy,
Today we stay home to watch Netflix and Prime,
We even work from home so much of the time,
I’ve just made up my mind so you will see,
There is a place for all of us to adapt and be,
Old fashioned and modern, a mixture as we,
Decide to adapt or stay on the periphery,
The fact is it’s quite the same quandary,
As I turn again to Shakespeare’s, “to be or not to be”,
I am a work in progress trying to keep up with change,
It takes so much energy to entirely rearrange,
The old world and the new one to fit my needs,
However, history shows that a little time succeeds,
In adapting all of us to change. But do I really want it?
That is the question.
~Carol Ostrow, author of “Poems from My Pandemic Pen”
I have finally arrived
It has literally taken a lifetime
In every part of my body
That I no longer need approval`
~Stephanie Sloane, author of “Dear Me”
Wheel is always turning
Things and people go up and down
You ride high and then low
Sometimes you coast
Your appreciation and joy should never be taken for granted
Take what you can from low tide
Learn from it
Apply that knowledge towards stormy and rainy days
Jump and do cartwheels find other ways to turn
Walk and dance
The next time your wheels are spinning just think about this
You never know when the wheel stops and starts for you
Don’t go with the flow
Go with your heart and what you know
You will learn much more when you accept the Wheel
~Madlyn Epstein Steinhart, author of “Put Your Boots on and Dance in the Rain”
OLD AND NOW
In Lucerne, there are old and newer
Things and all sort of things to remind
You of recent things.
A blue trolley, a grand stone hotel, a
Yellow casino across from a gray church
Where young men parked bicycles to go
To pray in the picture postcard.
There’s a palace, and who lives there?
Then brand new buildings that are tiered
Like wedding cakes brimming with green
Shrubbery and a short little building with
Posters of Superman.
The bike rider passes the orange truck
And then the park, always a park so the living
Can remember these streets, these days,
And then keep going and move on.
~ Marjorie J. Levine, author “Road Trips”