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Monday, March 2, 2009


Single looks
like a mismatched sock
forgotten at the bottom of the heap.

Single tastes
like the salty tear
that slips out as I fall asleep.

Single smells
like the burning scorch
as I blow-dry my uncovered hair.

Single sounds
like the ringing phone
when I call to remind you I'm here.

Single feels
like the jagged edge
of another friend's broken plate.

Single means
I take on the world
with only G-d as my mate.


Dude with hat (aka BTS) said...

What, you wanna say you give up? That's it? So fast? Not good...

starr said...

It's not giving up, it's just facing the reality of daily life. In the frum world, being unmarried is a glaringly obvious state that is one of the first things people notice about you once you are past the stage of being in school/post seminary/college.

tembow said...

amazing poem

The Dreamer said...

kinda the wrong thing to say right now, but I love the phrasing of this poem.

and yeah, i know how single looks.

and i'm trying, my dear.
oh, how i'm trying.

Something Different said...

Wow. That was amazing. Very expressive.

Lvnsm27 said...

I remember looking at a sock and finding the mate and saying yea I found a shidduch

It's a very hard challenge, I'm in the same boat. The yearnig for our soulmate. IY'H We'll find the right one soon

Bas~Melech said...

Dude - Wait, who said anything about giving up?! I can't afford to do that, though it could be quite a relief...

Starr - too true...

Tembow, SD - thanks!

Dreamer - Me too, I know, and thank you!

Lvnsm - heh, guess it's not such a unique thought then...

To all, including those who emailed me but chose not to stoke my ego by leaving glowing comments - Rest assured that I'm not depressed. If I was, I probably would not be writing cutesy poems. Which is not to say that I don't feel down sometimes, just that a melancholy poem is no cause for concern. Thanks anyway, though!

Dude with hat (aka BTS) said...

@BM - ain't you sound so?

corner point said...

Not really sure what to say... but wanted you to know I read this and it touched me.

Be strong, m'dear! Soon, soon....b"ezH...


Anonymous said...

Your poem was extremely powerful.

Single looks
Like my Picasa album
Nieces and Europe

Single tastes
As I lick off chocolate syrup

Single smells like
His scent and Polo Black
That waft in the lounge’s air

Single feels
Like a fleece blanket
Because my Facebook top friends care

Single sounds
Like Lipa’s hentelach
Tzim shadchen daf min gayin

Single means
I keep davening
Tzu mine Tatte in Shomayim

SIS said...

Very-well-done poem. And anonymous, great addition!

harry-er than them all said...

usually poetry doesn't do much to me, but this is very good. very very good