Thank you for the honor Garbro.
kol tuv, grace and love, Ryfsis
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In a message dated 11/8/01 5:09:18 PM, [log in to unmask] writes:
<< The Women Who Gave Me Poetry
Sally, the first, was not a poet.
She called herself misanthrope,
others would argue gadfly.
Heads turned when she entered
if only with keystrokes.
Her style was games,
words and sentences
flung with great abandon.
For her, I would have written
a thousand poems about moonshine
if moon poems were allowed.
Mary, number two, is so full of cheer,
her mail is as though I'm wrapped
in Grandma's best quilt,
extra marshmallows in the cocoa.
She is also plays,
lines, count and words
given to find a poem.
In the search she taught me
to find the inside of myself.
For her, poems of starshine,
fairies and teddy bears in spring.
Ryfkah, last on the list
but far from the least,
is bagels and tangerines
on a smoky August night.
She showed me how to pilfer
fruit from the Garden and helped
this descendent of Hard-shell Baptists
savor the taste of other words.
My poems to her travel on desert winds
to wrap the scent of oranges
and honey around olive trees.
There were many other friendships made,
poems shared, care freely given;
but like Eve, Sarah,
and Noah's unnamed wife,
these first three deserve special mention
among the words
I launch into this world. >>
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