Strong Roots

By Tamara Beck

Vegetables with strong roots are my
Favorites. Tubers and groundlings, that
Burrow in the earth
Emerging sweetly and firmly
Ugly ducklings that become
An epicurean delight.

The here and now

By Tamara Beck

Believe in life

Not life hereafter

Live now not in a
Kingdom of the dead
Imagined by mystics of a church

Your life's rewards are here

Take them now

And her story is your story

Sometimes you meet someone

And her story is your story

It is an unusual and eerie moment

Are you the doppelganger or is she?

by Tamara Beck

A Wounded Flower

A wounded flower, a tulip , a rich pink color

Lying at my feet, plucked untimely

Not in tribute, vandalized really,

Fallen flat on its face

It’s deep thick petals beginning to curl,

To lose their sinuous luster

Plucked in anger or indifference, laid out

To display its withering splendor

Beauty besmirched by idle careless hands,

I step around it but soon it will be trampled into

Meaningless obscurity

(c) Tamara Beck