A Poem is Always a Holiday

HELLO READERS OF POEMS. Some of you asked me to repost this poem, which appeared yesterday in Women Around Town.
Here it is. It’s an everybody holiday poem.

Words are
how we celebrate.
When we can
we make poems
with our lives.
And then we eat.
We imagine
we interpret
we tell
a story we’ve heard before
on occasion
we make that story new.
for the sake of kindness
and hope,
we reinvent our characters.
God can become
a female giraffe.
We often seek forgiveness.
Whether or not
we turn the other cheek
depends on the cheek
and what it means to turn.
The stories usually
have heroines
and heroes. What they
look like
doesn’t matter. I like
my heroines
short and round.
We know that people prefer
winners and losers. ?Maccabees rising against
Greeks. In good stories
the underdog wins.
We are all underdogs.
These stories
make us happy.
I don’t like
winners and losers.
When my son was little
I bought a Unitarianish game
snails went around in circles.
No winners and losers.
I was one snail.
He was another.
He always tried to win.
Our holidays might take place
in a town on the coast of Maine
downtown Havana
anywhere in Tanzania
Persia, India.
We will eat and celebrate.
Maybe we’ll sing.
Maybe we’ll write a poem.
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Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.


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