Are Poets the Same as Everyone Else?

At last night’s poetry reading

Jewish Currents festival winners fifteen

poets read their poems.

They drank of wine (more red than white

only one rose) ate cheese cubes (cheese cubes

still two of my favorite words together.  Maria

said Cheese Cubes many years ago. I wrote it down.)

watermelon before the other fruit

some red grapes were left the green were

gone poets ate Triscuits

not Carr’s Water crackers some talked to each other

some did not a few wore different shades of blue

some listened carefully and some

looked around the room, distracted

three of the fifteen walked over

to say goodbye.

 

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.

5 Comments

  1. Thank you Ester. Your poetry often revives memories for me, this time it brought back memories of many of the opening nights for our gallery showings. Cheese cubes, grapes, crackers and wine are de riguer for these events. I’ve graduated to Crunchmaster crackers with my cheese and wine at home, still have grapes too. What creatures of habit we become! Love to you and Peter.

  2. Wow. Wish I could have been there. Hearing people read their own poetry is the best (in my opinion). Next best …reading how you write about it.

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