A friend of mine recently shared this poem on her Facebook page, in the context of thinking about the High Holidays (Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur, and the week in … Continue reading Wild Geese.
Tag: poetry
Today, my soul is a broken thing.
Today, my soul is a broken thing Where no green grows And pain has clipped my wings. Today, my heart is underground With the taken, And fear deadens every sound. … Continue reading Today, my soul is a broken thing.
House of Cards.
Strong foundations, sturdy walls;I thought I lived in a house of stone.Storms came and knocked it downAnd now I sit here, all alone.Huddled against the cold and wind,My shelter tumbled … Continue reading House of Cards.
Book shots.
Sometimes I go a few weeks or even a couple months without reading. At other times, I devour a book trilogy in two days, and it makes me want to … Continue reading Book shots.
Poppies Torn Asunder.
Poppies torn asunder, We all watch in wonder As the world comes crashing down. To witness – but not act. Those who could have taught, Have forgotten how, And we … Continue reading Poppies Torn Asunder.
Every memory a eulogy.
Every story I share about my father Every memory I hold Feels invariably like a eulogy And the trouble is, I’m not sure for whom. He died seventeen years ago, … Continue reading Every memory a eulogy.
Dear Diana.
Dear Diana, Who loses herself In empathy for everyone else From the tiniest field mouse To her own abusers, But who holds sympathy For her own lifetime Of pain Like … Continue reading Dear Diana.
Eternally Egypt.
The Haggadah demands each year That we see ourselves As having personally been Redeemed. That we each feel as though With an outstretched arm And a mighty hand The Lord … Continue reading Eternally Egypt.
Small.
The world has a way Of making you feel so Small, Filled with awe and wonder At the quiet hugeness Of it all. Mountains. Lakes. Deserts. Oceans. Forests. Rivers. Earth. … Continue reading Small.
Profundity.
Ever hear the phrase, those who can’t do, teach? I’m chuckling to think of it because in this particular instance, I both do and teach. But I’m not sure if … Continue reading Profundity.
Journeys in the Dark 