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Minerva and the Jar
I am calling this jar Minerva,
Naming it after the beautiful mistress of John,
Who saw her essentially like this jar:
As an object
Into which he could safely deposit
Precious liquids.
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Desire
You are a lock;
I am a key.
I'd like to fit snugly,
Securely,
Accurately,
Into your individual grooves,
So you will admit me
Into the huge room,
The world behind you.
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Business People are Judged by the Help They Hire
Barbara: I decided not to see Dr. Fine again after my initial visit.
Ellen: Really? I thought you said she was highly recommended.
Barbara: She was. But the office seemed to be a money mill. Someone
put down a fee on my charge slip for a test they never gave me.
Ellen: You don't say!
Barbara: And besides, the young lady who did the intake asked me, “Do
you have any prostate problems?”
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Miami Contrasts
In posh hotels by the seashore
Diners drink and eat and laugh.
Diamonds are sparkling
While outside on the beach
The homeless are hungry and angry
Into your individual grooves,
And are trying to sleep.
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Because They Care
Grandmas are sweet because they care.
(Grandmas at their best, that is.)
They know about the sadness in life,
But they care anyway.
They have survived.
They want you to survive, too.
You, with your incompleteness,
You, with your hope, your joy,
Your wish to succeed.
Everyone needs a grandma
Who cares.
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Welcome
Disability, I accept you.
I welcome you
With open arms.
For are you not God's offering?
And God--or the World--
Is my desire.
I will walk around God's world
As long as I can,
Happily,
With you present
If need be.
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Circles
I am the center of a circle.
You are the center of another circle.
Will we be side by side,
Like the wheels of a carriage,
Connected by an axle
And go up an avenue lined by tall green trees
Waving graciously,
In a summer wind?
Will we be one in front of the other
Like wheels on a bicycle,
Perhaps the same size
Or, one bigger and higher than the other,
But either way,
Taking the bike
Into the country
Or the city
And exploring curious byways
And main highways?
Will we ride into the world together?
Some day perhaps
Each of us will find a partner
(Perhaps each other,
But probably not)
And our wheels,
Our circles,
Will come together
With our partner's circle
And make one circle
For a while,
Making beautiful sounds
And beautiful colors
As we blend, merge,
Separate,
And become two beautiful
Sturdy circles,
Spinning forever,
Here and there,
In the now,
Into the past,
Into the future,
Into the
Distance.
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All poems and photographs are available for use in greeting cards and posters. If interested, please contact Barbara Singer.
Publications include Forever Spoken, www.monthlyherald.net, www.notcoffeehouse.com, www.scenetrack.com, Fotophile and Shots. Barbara Singer is a member of the Poetry Society of America and the Academy of American Poets.
Awards include the Editors' Choice Award, Poetry.com and International Library of Poetry, 2007, and the E.F.S. 1999 Annual Writing Competition, Second Place Winner, Poetry, 2000.
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Minerva and the Jar