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Poetry & Musings
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My Jabberwock
It was neither tall nor short. Open or shut.
The dark helped the light and the light signified change and healing.
It wasn’t really bad or good or narrow. Maybe the middle.
Or perhaps the edge.
Depending on leanings and dealings and the crest of the moon.
It wasn’t really in or out, or up or down.
The magic
The mystery,
The plain vanilla fantasy.
It was and it wasn’t.
It can and it won’t be.
The hot-side-jump-jive-get-no-sleep-damn-pride or
the slow-beat-noodle’s-steeped-couch-is-deep-heavy-sigh.
It’s all one.
My Jabberwock ©1997 Susanne Goldstein
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A Night of Self-Indulgence
Light a candle. Take the phone off the hook.
Soak in a tub of bubbles.
Stretch your shoulders. Watch a sad movie.
Call your best friend.
Be there.
Make a list of things that make you happy.
Paint your toenails crazy colors.
Sing. Pluck your eyebrows.
Make a wish.
Wrap yourself in the warm blanket of you.
Cry.
Eat with your hands.
Believe in yourself. Sip wine.
Celebrate magic.
Send a telepathic message to a loved one.
Turn on your antennae.
Sleep.
Breathe.
Smile.
Delight in the day.
A Night of Self-Indulgence ©1999 Susanne Goldstein
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I Am Now
It was almost five minutes.
Five minutes where thoughts of
you didn't envelop my head in
a warm blissful haze.
I think I read. Or answered
the phone. I'm not sure.
The distraction was welcome --
for a while.
The heat started again, in the
back of my ears, encompassing
my present with dewdropped memories
of the past and what might be.
Why is it that risk and
bliss journey the same path?
Don't they know that the
roses covering the trellis are
to protect the thorns? Or
is it the other way around?
All I know is the sweet smell
that fills my senses. I abandon
reason.
I am now.
I Am Now ©1992 Susanne Goldstein
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A New Year
In a world where promises
are dry
where love doesn't stay and justice
doesn't pay
In a world where people can't find
a nice thing to think
where children are abused and kindness
rarely used
I still have hope -- and I have my prayers
That the world will come together
in everlasting care
And at this time of year
when we open up our hearts
We strive to still remember to always do our parts
And so in this world so
filled with festive cheer
I share these words of love
to friends both far and near
Thank you for your thoughts
and kind wishes and good cheer
Thank you for being with me as we stride
toward a New Year
A New Year ©1995 Susanne Goldstein
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