Poetry soothes our soul, captivates our imagination, and makes us think. Check out the September poems from our wonderful poets.
Contentment is tricky
It keeps me from writing
But mostly it’s good
A new feeling
Never felt before
What could be more joyful
At this time in my life?
Than waking each day
Looking forward to more of the same
~ Stephanie Sloane, author of Dear Me: Poems of Loss, Grief, and Hope in New York’s Darkest Days
Who Am I?
Why is the myth of Wonder Woman so inconceivable?
Isn’t being beautiful, smart and strong
I say yes in today’s world of opportunity,
No matter a girl’s age or born into ethnicity,
I am tired of the old rules on yellowed pages,
That define us with guidelines and expected stages,
Of a life’s path to goals and gauges.
I’m creating a free life of my own choices,
That truly reflect my inner, healthy voices,
That guide the life I’ve always wanted to live,
With friends, family and much love to give.
To hell with what people think of me,
This life is mine, I think you’ll agree?
I totally take full responsibility,
For whom and what I choose to be,
It is the same for you, don’t you see?
Go on, risk, perhaps sing and dance,
If you don’t do it now you’ll regret the chance,
You did not take to fully advance,
This gift of life you were given,
You don’t have to be sleepless and tirelessly driven,
Which is not an excuse to be rough and tough,
Because, we’re fine, absolutely quite enough.
I cannot regret the long gone past,
It has flown away so very, very fast,
Come on Wonder Women, it’s a metaphor,
To be who you are, right down to the core.
I want to say this as a fact and an admission,
You absolutely don’t need anyone’s permission!!!
~Carol Ostrow, author of Poems from My Pandemic Pen
Finally got that Brass ring
All the other times just wanted to set you free and go galloping
The beautiful artwork and craftmanship from Coney Island to both US coasts always caught my eye
Still ride you wherever I am but enjoy how incredible regal you are
Ridden horses before but nothing compares with the ride I take with you and that music
Amazing organs not the ones that are recorded
Up down and around
~Madlyn Epstein Steinhart, author of Put Your Boots on and Dance in the Rain
I had a choice
but I had no choice
and chose to attend a wedding.
It was at a casino
of all places,
where the outdoors and the daylight
hide indiscreetly from the felted tables
and shiny black and red greased wheels.
I decided to gamble
and placed my first bet.
I rolled my plastic dice and wore a black
KN-95 to match my tea length floral dress.
We were the only guests
wearing masks as much as possible,
removing them to swallow
a lukewarm pig in a greasy pastry blanket
or chug $5 red wine from a cash bar.
Weddings were always super spreaders
of joy and hope and love,
but now are simply super spreaders.
The summer was starting to feel normal,
with people making up for lost time and engagement.
But then the Delta variant
began to waft through the extra humid air.
She is a ferocious wolflike beast
in invisible sheep’s clothing,
howling at the vaccinated
as well as at the antis.
People in my zip code
took their masks out again
and threw them in their purses,
deep pockets and beach bags.
Like before, indoor dining
was taken off the table.
Now we test up the nose
and we wait for the results
which come in via email
much faster than it takes
for a marriage to unravel.
~ Nicole Freezer Rubens, author of The Long Pause and the Short Breath…Poems & Photos & Reflections on New York City’s Pandemic