Sometimes there are days when I am so exhausted that all I want to do is sleep.
Maybe I'm just getting old.
I'll always be 27 in my own mind even though my driver's license tells a different story.
Still I can't help reading those articles in The Times
About all those people over 50 who couldn't land a job if their lives depended on it.
That isn't me and I know it isn't you.
While you're a little younger, we both come from a generation
Where failure is not an option
And every day you pick yourself back up and throw yourself against the rocks
And maybe play a little music or write some poetry on the side.
And why?
Because you and I both know that to pause and to stop and to yield
Is to crumble into the sands of time and oblivion.
So let's celebrate another year of life by walking down to the river tonight
And playing our guitars
Until dawn, young and new,
Bathes our faces in light.
 
Rosalind Resnick
Sept. 6, 2016

Alone at the beach
At the end of the summer. 
The tourists with their screaming kids
And their beach chairs and umbrellas are gone. 
So are the ice cream carts and the taxis patrolling the shore. 
It's just us now and the seagulls
Caw-caw-caw'ing to each other
Saying dinner's ready come and get it. 
The wind blows harder now.
The waves smack the shore like a violent lover. 
No need to hold back anymore.
Nature has reclaimed its own. 
And you in the distance 
Chasing a Frisbee by the water 
And me, here on a sandy towel,
Trying to scribble one last poem before we go. 


Rosalind Resnick
Sept. 2, 2016

​There was a ship at the end of the harbor.
There was a train that I needed to take.
There was a song wafting out of a window.
Sweet raspberries still on your cake.

It was summer from what I remember,
June or August or May or July.
There was a girl playing violin with her mother,
Lovers kissing as night touched the sky.

As the evening got later and later,
Candles bloomed in the windows above.
Cobblestone streets ran with gold in the darkness,
A lone seagull proclaimed our true love.

If you're seeking a life of adventure,
You'll find it wherever you roam.
Just put one foot in front of the other
And call beauty and joy your new home.



Rosalind Resnick
Aug. 23, 2016