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    Pokes & Perks... Poetry For The Rest Of Us
    Pokes & Perks... Poetry For The Rest Of Us
    Pokes & Perks... Poetry For The Rest Of Us
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    Pokes & Perks... Poetry For The Rest Of Us

    By Trudy Aronson

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    This is a very unusual and highly enjoyable collection of poetry. It is original, quirky and deeply personal.
    It moves from the observational to the biographical and is both reflective and introspective. The poems are about life, love, relationships, and nature.
    The author’s poetry covers wide-ranging themes, but all express her great zest for life, in all its forms.
    She writes about her experience as an identical twin and its impact on her life.
    She writes about her life as a mother, of her long marriage to a much adored husband and others she loves.
    She writes about people’s quirks, foibles and desires.
    She writes about the natural world around her, expressing her deep appreciation, interest and reverence for all forms of life.
    She writes about the state of the world with great astuteness and humanity.
    Her poetry has wit, insight, humor and charm.
    There’s a lifetime of experience in these poems, which will speak to the people who read it.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherTrudy Aronson
    Release dateApr 7, 2017
    ISBN9781370343225
    Pokes & Perks... Poetry For The Rest Of Us
    Author

    Trudy Aronson

    Trudy’s background was initially in music and the arts. This is reflected in her poetry, which is both lyrical and highly individual. She was born an identical twin and grew up in a small village in western New York State, born to hard working immigrant parents. Trudy taught music after graduating from Syracuse University. It was there she met her husband when he returned from World War II as a decorated B 24 pilot. They moved to California where she raised a family, played flute in local symphony orchestras, studied art, and began to write poetry. She qualified in English as a Second Language at UCLA and taught advanced classes in California, Mexico and Japan. Prentice-Hall published an English grammar text that she wrote. Her love of all things creative continues.

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      Pokes & Perks... Poetry For The Rest Of Us - Trudy Aronson

      POKES AND PERKS

      Poetry for the Rest of Us

      BY TRUDY ARONSON

      Copyright 2017 Trudy Aronson

      This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each reader. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please visit your favorite ebook retailer to purchase your own copy.

      INTRODUCTION

      I feel it is helpful to know about the poems’ author before reading the poetry, as so much is personal. Therefore, this is who I am.

      I lived as a child in a small village in western New York State born late in life to hard working immigrant parents. I was an identical twin. My difficult relationship with my twin sister and parents impacted my life and is reflected in much of my poetry. I graduated from Syracuse University with a degree in music and became the public school music teacher in a small city where I met my husband when he returned from World War II as a decorated B 24 pilot. My husband and I moved to California where we raised our family and where I played flute in local symphony orchestras plus studying art.

      When my children were older, I attended UCLA and was qualified as an ‘English as a Second Language’ teacher, which I taught in California, Japan and Mexico and wrote a grammar text for English (published by Prentice-Hall).

      My involvement in the arts continues, and I have exhibited my collages and written poetry for the past 25 years. It is now 2017 and I have decided it is time to share these poems.

      HAVE A GOOD DAY

      Television News:

      Planes collide. Two-hundred lost.

      Tornado wipes out town.

      Fire raging in the hills.

      Children starving.

      Elephants in the wild may disappear.

      His face a merry moon-

      The weatherman appears:

      Sunshine all day.

      Air warm and clear.

      No rain in sight.

      Have A Good Day!

      WEEK’S VACATION

      A rat killed an infant last week.

      I mention the horror.

      We are lying side by side

      in chaise lounges at the beach.

      We are sipping margaritas

      which the white-coated waiter

      has brought us.

      My companion speaks:

      Why live there?

      Why live where there are rats?

      I wouldn’t. You wouldn’t.

      Shafts of blue

      from the diamonds in her ears

      pierce the sunlight.

      Perfect match

      with the blue of her bathing suit.

      THEY SAY YOU CAN’T GO BACK

      but I did.

      Recovered a childhood

      suspended in air

      unable to land.

      With each child born to me

      I sipped the nectar

      from their flowering;

      dressed up in their sheen.

      Years pass.

      Clouds clear.

      I find my own ground-

      fertile diverse

      and acquiesce to its request

      for attention, cultivation,

      and pursuit of my own singular bloom.

      THE FILE CABINET

      assumes a posture of importance

      against my bedroom wall.

      Promises reform.

      Opens its gaping mouth

      in ready eagerness to swallow…

      alphabetically of course.

      All functions and fiscal,

      it challenges

      my wanton ways; No more

      frantic pursuit

      of life-sustaining data.

      Sanctimonious despot

      of grandiose proportions,

      the file cabinet

      blocks my route

      to inspiration; scoffs

      at ventures that I plan;

      thwarts the spontaneity

      my creativity demands.

      THE MOON

      I am not friends with the

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