Tuesday 5 November 2013

2 Poems by Ruth Sabath Rosenthal

In Search of the Poet in Me

A deserted beach
but for me and my cherished
books of poetry


While out for a walk
Frost nipped at my thoughts, as did
Yeats and Dickinson

Snake Bite
As night deepens her daylong brood
she slinks into alter-ego mode
where, by leaps & bounds, her virtue erodes.

Well-heeled & hell-bent -- coy
as in a man-magnet way
& finally dark, she sinks, plays, toys,
is toyed with in predictable ways.

As the sun ascends each new day,
her man-handled skin is just about shed
& the snake that long ago did her in
re-coils -- forever reptant within.


RUTH SABATH ROSENTHAL is a New York poet, well published in literary journals and poetry anthologies throughout the U.S. and Canada, Greece, India, Israel, Italy, Romania, and the U.K. In 2006, Ruth's poem "on yet another birthday" was nominated for a Pushcart prize. She has 3 full-length books of poetry: "Facing Home and Beyond" "little, but by no means small" and "Food: Nature vs Nurture" and a chapbook "Facing Home". For more information, "Google" Ruth and visit her website:

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