By Aviva Derenowski
You and I
When I scan your face I see Beauty Joy Generosity. Yesterday I saw Rage Torment Disbelief. I want to see You! How do I step out of My imagination? maybe, using my other senses, to your laughter Touching your wrinkles, Inhaling your sweat. You exist. I exhale.
Having a cup of tea
You are right, The road I’m taking Is long, Uncharted Dangerous. I’ve taken it because I love the sun on my face, The sound of my steps, And the people I meet on the way Like you. If you didn’t stay home Tending your garden And raising a family We wouldn’t have met. You made a good choice, And so did i.
I sink into it, and it supports my weight, holds the memory of my body and comforts me when my bones ache. Often, I take it for granted. Ignore and even neglect it. My mattress adds peace, joy, and tranquility to my life. It matters.
I ate all the choc chip cookies, and the large piece of carrot cake you’d left in the fridge. You grudgingly said, that I should have left you some. I felt chastised and slept the whole day sinking in self-pity. The following day you told me you felt abandoned. I felt guilty again. What’s the way out of this hell?
I noticed another petal opening in the soul, I didn't have - off white and lacy, like a tiny rose shy, still budding as if waking from a deep sleep. I looked at it with awe, didn't know it was in me.
Cool air from the fan caresses my cheek, thin nostrils suck the draft and repel it as an afterthought. Hurried fingertips play the keyboard, and curious eyes keep following the characters on the screen. After a while Rosy lips curl in a smile - A poem is born. Can you hear its pulse?
My mother, who is in Heaven, talks to me. I listen silently. If I cloud my listening with opinions, judgment, arguments, I can't hear her voice. When you talk to me and I busy myself with reasoning, I can't hear you. I feel embarrassed. Please repeat. I want to hear you.
I Love You
You’re in my world not of my choosing. You don’t like me. I’m loud, opinionated, and pushy. I understand. I’ll stay out of your way. I cultivate my environment to be wholesome, healthy, and creative. I like my field of vision to expand into harmony, dialogue, and laughter. You are in my world for a reason, And it’s not to annoy me. But to help me grow, understand, and be gentle toward others. When our paths cross I don’t address you, Instead, I smile, because you’re beautiful just the way you are. I love you.
A poem with four revisions
Courting: The bold tiny Robin hopped in a straight line to the one who nibbled worms in the grass. The other Robin didn't seem to notice. She kept picking, not even slowing down. The bold tiny Robin kept hopping closer and closer - He picked morsels next to her, as if there was no one but them. Then they took flight in the same direction. Revision 1: I Can't-Wait Hop hop. "I see you, mate!" Robin chuckled in delight. She's so focused on the feed. I wonder what great worms she found. Hop hop, "I'm almost there," She looks so cute ignoring me The mealworm in her bill looks yum I hope there's more under her feet. Hop hop, "Let's celebrate!" You and I are here again, Just like last spring, we're here to nest Let's fly; I found the perfect tree.” Revision 2 : Lady Robin This worm tastes heavenly, shiny with fear and fat. The worm under my talons is for my mate - I bet he's hungry. Revision 3 : The Robin's Worm I have nothing to say. I'm food for this bird. Just a minute ago I was a happy worm feeding on decaying roots and leaves rolling in the soil leisurely. Now I'm in her bill, I hope she eats fast This situation is excruciating. Revision 4 : One Voice And God said to the Robin- May your fledglings live long and thrive, May you feed plenty all the days of your life May you be happy. And God said to the worm- May you surrender to your destiny May you find compassion for your predators. May you be liberated.