Tsimmes Poems | Examples

Summer Stews

The lake is a tsimmes; boats, babies, and fish bob in white wakes.
Ah but, the sandy shoal, the small fish nest beneath and beside the docks.
The lens of lake divides but   why chose when both are a joy?

Squeals of delight hang   humid air steams the Sunday sunbathers.
Barbecues char hotdogs and burgers   ladies strap-stripped, barelegged.
Coconut oil on skin  or grilled meat wafts  both are joyous smells.

Bob Marley on the breeze   teens necking on the boulders,  hot.
The roar of powerful engines or   the driving pump of nubile hips.
Catch the colors, eye the scene     you sit reading with a smile.





First Published in Pithy Pages For Erudite Readers Summer 2014