Poetry for Summer Days
Enjoy a lazy summer day with a book of poetry to soothe your soul, inspire you, or make you think. Here are three new poems from our Tomato poets.
Enjoy The Ride
Some days it’s a roller coaster
with a frayed and broken seat belt,
and others it’s the still of
the sagging cushion
of my orange sofa.
My old middle name was Joy.
My birthday cakes always read
Happy Birthday Nicole Joy,
in translucent gel
squeezed from a tube
and surrounded by flowers made of
flower colored icing.
Eat the cakes.
Behold the ride, the journey,
the worn out path on my plush carpet
between the bed and the bathroom
as it gains conspicuousness.
You cannot reserve a seat
because you are the seat,
the tires, the railroad tracks,
the gasoline, the velocity and the springs.
The ride is every movement and moment
propelling you forward,
fueled by all the time and events
that have propped you up
til this very minute.
By the time you get to the end of this poem,
a sliver more of time
will be captured behind you,
creating a new balance
and a gently altered history,
delicately affecting anything else
that happens going forward.
The ride is perpetually in motion.
The carpet will eventually wear out.
The baked goods will turn stale.
There will be bumps. potholes, skid marks and shortstops,
so floor it
and for god’s sake,
enjoy the ride.
~ Nicole Freezer Rubens, author of The Long Pause and the Short Breath…Poems & Photos & Reflections on New York City’s Pandemic
Is What I Have Enough?
What does it mean to have enough,
Is it a home filled with so much stuff,
Or that you have a really large family,
With many branches on that particular tree?
For me, you see,
It means unexpectedly,
Hearing from a good friend,
A little laughter at the conversation’s end,
Being able to see the joy through pain,
A note from someone thinking you’d never see again,
The surprise of finding a long lost object,
Or hearing from an old boyfriend you’d never suspect,
Was now single and asks you on a date,
Who looks so handsome you might consider as a mate,
This, my dear friends you may appreciate,
As the simple life is really the best,
Although I do have yet another request,
To have a great meal and don’t forget bed rest,
As I am not looking for fame and fortune anymore,
Living a full life means being satisfied for sure,
With just getting up in the morning to saying hello to the cat,
Believe me right now, that’s where it’s at.
I am so happy just to be alive!!!
~Carol Ostrow, author of Poems from My Pandemic Pen
Shut the Door
Lots to be said for open doors
Great metaphor for life
Let’s examine the opposite
Be happy for the people and places that have come and gone
Close the door
If somebody moved on and left you behind
Lock the door and don’t look behind
It is, it was, not Today or Tomorrow
Sleepless nights and worry like a chicken little gone hyperspace
Go for a walk or do something that requires positivity no matter the situation
Shut the door
~Madlyn Epstein Steinhart, author of Put Your Boots on and Dance in the Rain