Baby boomers have been witness to many changes in our culture. Among them, when we were quite young and beatniks (predecessors to our own hippies) were at the point of the sword, is poetry. The change we saw? Rhyme, Schmyme. With that in mind, we hope you’ll get a kick out of this latest poem from BoomerCafé’s Poet-In-Residence, Westchester, New York’s Harriet Shenkman. It’s about The Schmear.
There is a fundamental difference
between you and me.
It comes down to the way we
approach our bagel.
You are a fine artist, making
tiny dabs of cheese with your knife,
a pointillist, covering every bit
of surface, the interior circle
I’m a schmearer, more like
Jackson Pollack, flinging large globs
of pinkish salmon spread overlapping
a white whip laced with chives,
edges of the round canvas still rough.
We make a fine couple,
my reckless schmear and
your painstaking masterpiece.