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    Chasing Moonbeams: A Book of Poetry
    Chasing Moonbeams: A Book of Poetry
    Chasing Moonbeams: A Book of Poetry
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    Chasing Moonbeams: A Book of Poetry

    By Mikki Mendelsohn

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    These poems are about the little things in life, the snippets that make up millions of moments in time. From eating ice cream cones and reading under the covers in summer camp to dealing with life's clutter. But they are also about the "big" issues of life- aging, separation, devasting illness and death. However, even with these inelegant moments, there is often humor, because we do not control many events that cross our paths in the course of a life. If we can laugh along the way, maybe we can ease the pain.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAuthorHouse
    Release dateJul 30, 2008
    ISBN9781468521993
    Chasing Moonbeams: A Book of Poetry
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    Mikki Mendelsohn

    Mikki Mendelsohn is a college teacher, a Rabbi, ( the first woman ordained by Hebrew Union College- Jewish Institute of Religion in New York and the second woman ordained by the movement), a former manager of community and government relations for a fortune 500 company, an attorney (with a JD from Santa Clara University) and a woman who served in the Israel Defense Forces (Entertainment Corps) after the Six Day War. She received her B.A. from Hunter College and studied at Hebrew University in Jerusalem, where she lived for four years.

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      Chasing Moonbeams - Mikki Mendelsohn

      © 2008 Mikki Mendelsohn. All rights reserved.

      No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

      First published by AuthorHouse 7/17/2008

      ISBN: 978-1-4343-7623-7 (sc)

      ISBN: 978-1-4685-2199-3 (ebk)

      Library of Congress Control Number: 2008904225

      Printed in the United States of America

      Bloomington, Indiana

      For FRED, the Love of my life

      And our children, Laura and Jason,

      For Isaiah and Obediah—

      And all the doggies we’ve loved…

      GOD HAS ENDOWED WOMEN WITH A SPECIAL

      SENSE OF WISDOM WHICH MAN LACKS

      Talmud, Niddah 45

      A WISE MAN HEARS ONE WORD AND

      UNDERSTANDS TWO

      Yiddish Proverb

      Contents

      Chasing Moonbeams

      Early Rising

      Why I Love Opera

      Conversation Interruptus

      Hugs

      Snowstorm

      Chasing Moonbeams

      Dancing in the Dark

      The Fortune, Circa 1985

      Red Light, Green Light

      Some Things Don’t Change

      Lament of the Bass Player

      A Fifteen-year-old Adult

      The Champion

      Ice Cream Cone Instructions:

      Masquerade

      Through a Child’s Eyes

      G I A N T S T E P S

      Damn Cigarettes

      System Failure

      Motherless Daughters

      Natural Evolution

      Generation Y

      M I G R A I N E

      The Body Within

      Where Did They Go?

      Baleboosteh Blues

      A Woman of Constant Temperature

      On Turning 55

      Still Chasing Moonbeams

      Flowering Life

      Why Do Men do it?

      What am I Doing Here?

      Mother-in-law

      Modern Musings

      On Writing

      Growing Old

      The Mood

      Clutter Queen

      Honesty

      Women Unexplained

      The De-flowered Poet

      Ode to Manhattan

      Aging is Not a Virus

      Thinking Back

      Acknowledgments

      About the Author

      Chasing Moonbeams

      Early Rising

      Getting out of bed

      is like grazing fingers

      over chalkboard

      during thunderstorms

      even when not drinking

      wine the night before.

      Limbs rusty as old

      locomotives left in the yard;

      blood frozen stiff

      making movement scarce,

      though stomach may rumble

      returning to Morpheus

      preferable to rising.

      Eyes coated with sleepy seeds,

      crusted like stale sesame bread

      left open to dry out, as sun peeks

      through slats in windowpanes

      diffusing light, I long to roll over,

      though I’ll meet with nasty growls

      from the Maltese occupying space

      who deigns to move.

      I’d rather pull Bubbe’s quilt

      over my head, reeking of days

      gone by, long forgotten sachets

      and lavender—her smells, and

      return to somnolescence.

      Each day may be new,

      but early is akin to the Black Death—

      to escape its effect than touch

      my stockinged feet to a cold floor

      when the sun is high in the sky,

      sparrows sing their daily songs

      and it’s

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