handkerchiefs
September 15, 2008 at 6:01 pm (encounters, questions, thoughts, wishes)
I bought him a handkerchief . 3 of them , the mans kind. with the letter v gently woven in their white flash, not v for victory, v for his first name . I thought it was a nice white gesture, the only white gesture I’m aloud. a white cloth I hand him to say peace I’m offering you and the fountain of life. my handkerchief’s man hugs me like a summer blanket now. I owe him peace
I put it in one of those royal mails thick envelopes. yes I know handkerchiefs cant get broken. but he is so fragile and so is my peace offer. white and fluffy like a fading cloud in middle eastern sky. I asked the woman in the post office to make sure it will get there as soon as possible . I want him to receive it before I go home and change my mind . and he changes his moods from summer to fall. we still have a week or 2 to summer clock and I want to make the most of the the sun that blossoms between us. to wipe your sweat with my gesture after making love , not to absorb tears
I put the little package at the letter slot and stepped out to the sunny street with my purple fall scarf warming me even more . I still feel those winter chills blowing from his Parisian lab we created to our self. he claims we are an experiment. that I am a brave woman to take him on this trial of life. I only thought I’m an adventurer . I wrapped my scarf tighter and smelled the air of early September and the fume from the tube. for the time being I am still going for adventures. I do not wish to wear a while robe of a mad scientist.
stone
September 14, 2008 at 9:25 am (encounters, poems, thoughts, wishes)
I don’t want to visit your stone this year
Ive gone a long way, or maybe i haven’t gone anywhere.
I let someone else break my heart
heal it
and than break it again
I have completed a series of new memories
with a first kiss
an intelligent talk
an overwhelming seduction of my brain
the learning curve under the blankets
the moments counting before his silhouette appears
the argument
the uncertainty
the longing to us
the giving up on the dream
I don’t want to visit your stone this year,
I have nothing new to tell you
and you already know how much i want you to return
KEN
September 11, 2008 at 9:49 am (encounters, thoughts)
our adventure began when I was noticing your covered self in a big British newspaper at the small table next to the kosher sandwiches. you were hiding . the newspaper covered your fragile eyes , your athletic body, one which I have not learned yet was overtaken by a big grey coat that made no impression of keeping you warm. you were popping behind your paper holding a sandwich in a shivering hand, blue sky of a European country were looking at me reflecting pure wisdom, asking me if its possible to share the small table with me . my brown eyes melted when saying the correct word yes . I said it in Hebrew, Ken, not yet realising how much more intense was that short word for you in my mother tongue. nothing would be the same again. KEN, KEN, KEN
sides
September 10, 2008 at 8:14 am (encounters, questions, thoughts, wishes)
one channel between smile and tear, between sun and rain, between hope and emptiness. between French and Hebrew. we cross it back and forth, not sure if we are on the right side when we switch roles emotions and liquids .
I think I need both sides. will I stay a Nomad ?, will I admit of a split personality ?. will we learn a new dialog ?. tough questions before a hard days work. find me a few answers please when Im back
a new man
September 4, 2008 at 3:02 pm (encounters, poems, prose, thoughts, wishes)
take the man, shape him from the start,
make him from a new mold , not yourself please.
Take the woman out of him
and that bite from the red apple.
Think about him carfuly before you plan.
a week is not enough.
wish him what you didnt wish for me,
a humble understanding of good and right
give him the world
to inherit, not slave
and the beauty of heaven
with the wisdom of earth
sinner
September 3, 2008 at 10:04 am (poems, questions, thoughts, wishes)
I miss my israeli blog.
where there were no rules but to use decent language
Hebrew is a decent langauge. for decent people. not like me
who sin in another language for so long .
I want to write my opinions , my arguments , my dreams, my poetic nonsense
I want to write about politics. I want to do some too
I already said I’m a sinner
and the letter I appears here so many times
so maybe I still have a chance with my own people
I may convince them that I’m a selfish sinner with a dream
rocking chair
September 1, 2008 at 5:26 pm (children, encounters, poems, thoughts, wishes)
and my parents old rocking chair is still there
rocking and rolling and calling for someone to sit on his bumpy laps
rocking and rolling like a rabbi in an endless prayer ,
rocking and rolling an old tune to put me to sleep safely
rocking and rolling short movements, pointing upwards
rolling and rocking furniture. in your silent living room. waiting.
