“There’s nothing more embarrassing than to have earned the disfavor of a perceptive animal.” ~Michael Chabon
Her friends wondered how she could be so friendly, so bright, so pretty, and yet remain single for a good year or two – and counting. She met their incredulity with a playful shrug and said, “My dog has better taste than I do. No one’s earned his approval yet.”
He rang the doorbell waited for the door to swing open and reveal the naked tangle of limbs he was certain would be there.
Then he chuckled to himself and reached for his key with blood-stained fingers as he remembered that he lived alone now.
She loved him, so she let him go.
That was the what the adage said, no?
Too late, she realized
Sometimes, you need to let them know you’re waiting
He came, he saw, he conquered.
She screamed, she fled, she lost.
When my mind turns idle
To you it wanders
But for what reasons?
bite the dust
feed the worms
kick the bucket
Stay strong, always
No emotions, never
Yes, no longer
fragile no longer
weak no longer
helpless no longer
Author’s Note: This poem was written during and inspired by the Powell-Heller conference for Holocaust Education
Anticipation fills the frigid air
The swollen clouds move sluggish fat and gray
Announced by Frost, who makes the roofs his lair
Then – look – a child cheers Today Today!
And all eyes turn to the sky. Floating white
So many little flecks so downy snug
Like feathers or a favorite robe pulled tight
Envelops, covers all; A stately rug
An alabaster flurry hides the sled
But not the merry shrieks of mirth and glee
Excited children; faces glowing red
Then stories, cider, time with family
Though time will never stop, and bodies fail
The memories of man retained in tale