Poetry October Songs
We have some wonderful new poems from Madlyn Steinhart, Nicole Freezer Rubens, and Carol Ostrow.
Better days ahead
The alarm went off again
Another repeat and routine
The WORSE part of the marriage vows
You are the one to see your love through
The treatnent commercials make their point
Just once show both sides of the story
You hate Cancer and you want to rid the earth of it
Treating it is one thing
Watching your loved one and yourself deal is quite another
Places to go and People to see
Ringing tbat bell and he will
It is so much more than ringing the bell
Better days ahead
~Madlyn Epstein Steinhart, author of Put Your Boots on and Dance in the Rain
This is most definitely a statement, not a quiz,
The older I get, the harder it is,
To look and feel younger than my years,
Do most of you share these aging fears?
We wear more makeup to hide the lines,
Buying clothing that never really defines,
The year of our birth,
Striving to hide the extra girth,
That Mother Nature, that dictating witch,
Has given no choices to solve the glitch,
Of looking better the older we get,
I guess, in the end, we must totally accept,
Getting double doses of expensive Botox,
Or accepting the rather simple Paradox:
To get older……start thinking younger!
~ Carol Ostrow, author of Poems from My Pandemic Pen
The last few moments of summer
draining drip by drip
into hidden sewers.
The city is emptier
than it should be.
The air fluctuates from thick and dank
blotting my exposed sun kissed limbs.
As I pass the trash cans
the odor makes me flinch.
All garbage smells the same
like all Subway sandwich shop
franchises along the highways.
The sunsets keep edging up
like the long shot race horse
that pulls ahead
and shocks the crowd,
even though all horses in a race
I expect this late August mood
as its own season.
I look back and assess
if it felt like summer,
but my definition of summer
is largely based on a pubescent 6th grade ending
and sleepaway camp beginning.
I look ahead at September
as a gateway to starting over,
even though it’s the 9th month
out of 12.
Fall quietly remains my hope
whispering the tone of new beginnings
in my ear,
again and again.
~Nicole Freezer Rubens, author of “The Long Pause and the Short Breathe”
Green in the city
Causing a quick double take
The old grey hydrant
Sits so undisturbed today
Who will turn it on
Man sits on a bench
Surrounded by pink flowers
Is he blue waiting
STATEN ISLAND HAIKU
Cold white picket fence
Pavement covered in tan leaves
Son stops to bereave
The wall was red brick
I lay my head on the dent
Siren rang for days
~Marjorie J. Levine, author of Road Trips