Fiction ... Poetry ... Enjoy!
A few of My Published Poems ...
MY CHILDREN AT THE BEACH
Their shadows traced on final flush of day
A portrait etched with freshly salted sand,
As blue splashed blue in taunting repartee.
For once, no arguments sang louder than their play
And just the resting sun could earn their reprimand,
While their shadows traced on final flush of day
A tease of waves and feet in fleet ballet
A mixing of their will and God's command
As blue splashed blue in taunting repartee.
They scattered with their toes a shell bouquet
And from a cloud, an eagle peaked to scan
Their shadows framed on final flush of day
As if to add his frost topped applique
Would make this picture something truly grand
While blue splashed blue in taunting repartee.
There is nothing more for which I'd ever pray
Or a purer truth that I could understand
Than their shadows framed by final blush of day
Backed by blue splashed blue in taunting repartee.
WestWard Quarterly, Summer 2021
SCHOOL FOR A RUSSIAN DOVE
Her family stood as if an artist had designed their pose,
Proudly close and watching solemnly,
Ready for this first day's ride, they presented her to me,
Dressed in summer pink and satin bows.
But, if I had held that brush, I'd have drawn her dress a lucent white
And at her feet, a shallow splash of rain
Would float her billowing sleeves in sky blue frame,
And seem to shimmer as if she were in flight.
Then, as I did that day, you'd think – this must be Noah's dove,
Selected from the rest to roam above
Exposing our familiar world to pilgrim's eyes,
While the others wait to hear her prophesy
What they can hope to meet in their new land.
And you would ponder, too, this plucky child who took my hand.
The Formalist, Vol. 5, Issue 2, 1994
JOLLY JERRY
Pay the price and you've earned the right to stare
At an alchemist changing fat to gold.
For this small fee, you're not required to care
That you came here hoping to compare
Your perfect shape to his repulsive mold.
Pay the price and you've earned the right to stare.
It's not a trap. He doesn't wait to snare
Your well-earned pride in roly-poly hold.
For this small fee, you're not required to care
That your gawking brings his life despair.
No need to search for faults among your chromosomes.
Pay the price and you've earned the stare.
Come! Won't you have some ice cream at the fair?
It isn't only dignity that's sold.
For this small, fee you're not required to care.
So, don't be shy. Don't hurry out of there,
Or feel ashamed and beg to be consoled.
Pay the price and you've earned the right to stare.
For this small fee, you're not required to care.
Riverrun, Fall/Winter 1994-95
Or My Short Fiction ....
Fifth Floor
The Story Shack, October 2014, www.thestoryshack.com
https://thestoryshack.com/flash-fiction/drama/tovah-s-yavin-fifth-floor/
L717
The Story Shack, April 2016, www.thestoryshack.com
https://thestoryshack.com/flash-fiction/suspense/tovah-yavin-l717/