Thoughts For a New Year

Savor the sweetness of today's fruit

Tomorrow's fruit is yet unripe and bitter

Yesterday's is now wine

photo by lolamouse (s. tardio)

 L'Shana Tova (wishes for a good year) to everyone. It's the season of Rosh Hashanah, or the Jewish New Year. 

 submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Sunday Challenge, Poetry for the Firefly Jar

Soar

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submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Out of Standard With Izy

Die Smiling

Our bodies no longer carry children

They carry disease

dysfunction

No second glances on the street

nor

second looks in the doctor's office

We learn to become

our own admirers

our own detectives

The young ones are praised

for beauty

for bearing children

We are reviled

for wrinkles

for bearing scars

and pain

Our time has come and gone

It is unseemly to demand more

Expected to deteriorate

gracefully

and if we must die-

to die quietly,

smiling.

Summer Nights

Summer Night, Albert Bloch (1913)

The summer nights play on and on

You move like a sax solo

languid in the heat

dreamy, bluesy

Like a sleepy cat you stretch

The air wicks off notes of jasmine 

honeysuckle

into the thickness

We wait

for the ending measures of summer

with sweat in our eyes

and syncopated heartbeats

while the summer nights play on

and on.

submitted for The Mag,  Mag 133