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”

SLIPPING AWAY

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”

Spin

If I walk far enough

will I step off the sphere?

The earth’s rotation

may trip

me up.

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

This year

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

Is familiar

Some of it

Is different

From any I have known

We trust each other implicitly

But others cannot see

They misconstrue

Things are not always as they appear

Open your eyes, open your hearts

~Stephanie Sloane, author Dear Me