Poetry for Winter Days
Poetry soothes our soul, captivates our imagination, and makes us think. Check out the January poems from our wonderful poets.
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 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 of Dear Me: Poems of Loss, Grief, and Hope in New York’s Darkest Days
I do believe there are more good people than bad, No matter the news we've lately had, The pundits make a living from spreading awful news, That leaves us confused and oh so sad, That does not amuse. However, My friends and those I'm surrounded by, Are lovingly concerned and would always comply, With the kindness and respect we give each other, The support we share as perhaps a father or mother, Sister or brother, But, this isn't what sells on CNN or Fox News,
These are not the channels for us to choose, For grownups and me, I would rather see, The Times Magazine about Sex after 70, Well, sex sells too, Don't you agree??
~Carol Ostrow, author of Poems from My Pandemic Pen
This is my 11th to last period. Dr. Romoff says the plan is to keep me on the pill til 55, to avoid the rite of passage struggles of active menopause. I have not burned up and melted from the inside out like a volcano, dripping fresh sweat down flushed flesh in public places. Works for me. I bled early, just 2 weeks after my 11th birthday. I woke up at my father’s
so I guess he was the first to know. I frantically shoved some crumpled up one-ply toilet paper in my simple cotton underwear, and took a taxi to my mother’s house, filled with feminine product supplies and a day off from 6th grade. I remember November 20th, 1978 clearly. I watched daytime television with lots of commercials. I said I had cramps but it was more of a painful awareness of the factory activity proceeding in my uterus, and a way to get away with skipping school. I was a slightly ashamed pioneer until after I told 2 good friends and was relieved to learn that they too got their periods pretty early, like me. By the time I got to sleep away camp 6 months later, I was the opposite of alone. Several of us were empowered with the ability to skip instructional swim. If we didn’t want to go in the slimy algae filled lake, we only had to be brave enough to state “private reason” and could sit out and sunbathe instead. And so it went on and on monthly like an old friend visiting with Farmer’s Almanac-like clockwork precision, leaving me a bit broken out and a bit cranky. In college we nicknamed her Aunt Flo. We were clever and miraculously synched up while we lived in one small cinderblock room. There were 3 long hiatuses while my body and god built my babies. But generally speaking my inner calendar has revolved around the red sun and moon for most of my life. 43 years later I am counting down knowing when I will bid farewell to my monthly companion who binds me to all of the women ever on this earth. I will make a note to stop the automatic renewal at my online pharmacy, and take sanitary napkins off my perpetual shopping list. With each passing cycle I feel nostalgic for TV with commercials, tan lines, bunkmates and all of the women in my life who can no longer bleed at all. ~ Nicole Freezer Rubens, author of The Long Pause and the Short Breath…Poems & Photos & Reflections on New York City’s Pandemic
Fractures depending on severity heal Unfortunately some leave scars naked to the eye Healing and recovery take time Some lessons we need to absorb and learn The stubborn and common stupidity of some are making life difficult for others that follow rules whether they agree or not to protect the many We are supposed to be United? The world should be more like the Broadway show Hadestown which is the the way things should be Going forward and not backwards I won't welcome you into our fractured world Be patient and then you can come on in when everybody does the right thing not what they want to do
~Madlyn Epstein Steinhart, author of Put Your Boots on and Dance in the Rain