Poetry for Fall Days
Our Tomato poets take us on a poetic journey that explores the intricacies of life, its joys, sorrows, and the beauty that resides within. Enjoy this lyrical voyage, where words dance and emotions sing, unraveling the tapestry of human existence.
Continuing, Asking, Feeling
So what now will become of me,
Always associated with one or another he,
Nowadays realizing I am completely free,
Always adding another layer to be,
A fully realized and complete personality,
Will I ever stop asking questions?
Ah, that is the question!
~ Carol Ostrow, author, “Poems from My Pandemic Pen”
After passing a high crooked junk pile
And moving further down the road
There is a small wooden house with
A porch with three empty seats
And a blue bicycle with no wheels.
In an open broken box, mail sits
Waiting to be opened and read.
Across the street there is another house
With a large green lawn and a swing set
And two small dogs run around
While a lion sits locked in a cage.
There is another tiny old house
With one grey chair on a bent patio
And a Christmas wreath on the door
Although it is sunny in June.
Then there is a house with red roses
And white tulips that hang high
Over the top of dusty windows.
All of this slips away and falls away
And eventually can be seen only
In rear view mirrors.
But then there is an old church
And this must be the place where
All those who live on this road
Go to pray.
~Marjorie J. Levine, author “Road Trips”
If I walk far enough
will I step off the sphere?
The earth’s rotation
No matter what
time keeps twirling
and I keep walking,
wearing out the treads
on my black and white Nikes.
Breathe in, breathe out.
My arms are synchronized pendulums
propelling me mechanically
to the edge and back.
The repetitive touch
of my heel then toe
pressing the globe to spin in slow motion,
dancing the world
from day to night,
month to year,
motioning to time
to carry on.
~ Nicole Freezer Rubens, The Long Pause and the Short Breath
Can You See the Love?
Last year at this time
I was alone
I am with you
A trade off, as is life
You bring many things to me
Some require work
But you also bring love
And you bring out love in me
Dormant for too long
Some of the love between us
Some of it
From any I have known
We trust each other implicitly
But others cannot see
Things are not always as they appear
Open your eyes, open your hearts
~Stephanie Sloane, author Dear Me
Poetry is back in vogue and through The Three Tomatoes Book Publishing we have the honor of publishing books by four poets—Madlyn Epstein Steinhart, Stephanie Sloane, Nicole Freezer Rubens, and Carol Ostrow. Check out their poetry submissions each month.