It’s National Poetry month. Enjoy our poets.
Ladies They have soul Some in control Love like there is no tomorrow Await another day to show you just how much they care Some come first While others wait with patience abounding They are women with little girl hopes and dreams I am someone's Lady Ladies I hope all joy and happier moments surround you We have all had to find a different way to build a mountain ~Madlyn Epstein Steinhart, author of Put Your Boots on and Dance in the Rain ***** JUST LAUGH AT IT ALL I looked into my bathroom mirror and saw a surprising sight, Who was that woman in natural light? Could that be me that caused such an awful fright? Why.... yes..... it was!!!! I think I will need a forklift, as a facelift won't do, As I studied the lines that were once so few. What nature has wrought, so slowly too, Has turned the picture into an entirely new view. That I really had not noticed before. This one time Playboy Bunny centerfold, Now has flabby thighs that support hose has to hold, in place. What happened to that once lovely, smooth face? Today there is hardly a trace, Of what used to be. Right now just getting out of bed is a treat. Receiving phone calls and something to eat, Is the highlight of my day. Although I can never be the former, Spring is almost around the corner, I can certainly look forward to warmer weather, And enjoy life with my friends, altogether, To remember: That life is more than how you look, Just think of all the adventures it took, To get here in the first place. There is nothing wrong with my memories! ~Carol Ostrow, author of Poems from My Pandemic Pen ***** February 14, 2021 The Question An online author Asks the question What needs to be said? Words form slowly Words not previously spoken Nor considered Not even thought I don’t want to be alone February 22, 2021 The Universe Thoughts expressed Words spoken Thrown out there Boomeranged back to me The universe heard And responded ~ Stephanie Sloane, author of Dear Me: Poems of Loss, Grief, and Hope in New York’s Darkest Days ***** March 25, 2021 So, it’s finally my turn to get the vaccine. I waited while so many around me got a dose of freedom, frustrated but thankful that I did not qualify with a comorbidity or a limited projected lifespan ahead. The best vaccine is the first one you can get. I heard that on the 5:00 news. I’m getting Pfizer, a classic original. Saturday is the first night of Passover, a rite of spring and renewal. I remember last Passover, so early on in lockdown, masks were newly mandated and it was the first and last day I put on a dress in the last year, to attend my family’s novel Zoom grid Seder. This year some kin can travel to Rochester, reunite and gather together around my mother-in-law Linda’s oval oak table draped in lace with a covered stack of matzah, a bowl of crushed apple charoset supporting a polished silver spoon, and deep purple Manischewitz wine, all symbolizing enslavement. They are the older and essential workers who are thankfully fully protected from their early shots. We cannot join until I am injected with the magic that will keep me from getting and spreading Covid. I bought our matzah, and the gluten free matzah for Lexie, and then over 50 opened up and I got my vaccine appointment for Saturday at the Javits Center at 6:30 pm, smack in the middle of the Seder. The National Guard will guide me through the glass complex on the Hudson River. We will reschedule the festivity of the miracle of the enslaved Israelites escaping bondage by walking through imposing walls of water in the Red Sea. Elijah will wait outside our door this year, until I get home with a Band-Aid on my arm and my paper souvenir vaccine card. I will celebrate the miracle of modern science By rolling up my sleeve In a convention center. Hallelujah! ~ Nicole Freezer Rubens, author of The Long Pause and the Short Breath…Poems & Photos & Reflections on New York City’s Pandemic