new
May 29, 2009 at 11:14 pm (encounters, poems, thoughts, wishes)
your grammar mistakes brightens my eyes
fill me with hope when inventing a new language.
your biblical writing tickles my hands,
fill me with joy when fighting for a new religion.
your shivering Hebrew wrestles my heart,
fill me with strength when thinking of a new family.
Cambridge
May 23, 2009 at 10:58 pm (children, encounters, poems, prose, questions, thoughts, wishes)
horizontal stripes of sun falling on the great lawn,
coloring the grass in every possible green color
deeper as the sun travels the day to its end
4 children blushed by youthful lust and true summer tan
play with a ball and plastic cola bottles,
their parents lay near, holding a book,
they bought in the local borders,
a special sale on historical novels.
I adore our little history,
we came to Cambridge holding hands.
horizontal stripes of sun falling on the great lawn,
coloring the day in every possible green color
deeper as the sun travels the sky to its end,
a lady sitting there on a folding chair holding a pizza carton.
2 bottles of champagne rolled next to her feet, empty of content
the chair near her empty as well.
she tells a story I rather forget but must write
a special tale of the men who went away.
I adore our little together,
leaving Cambridge holding hands.
green
May 18, 2009 at 12:08 pm (encounters, poems, questions, thoughts, wishes)
The forest welcomed us, blown to its path from the high road.
closing his long green arms in a fresh embrace.
It suits you, you said, even in your city clothes
and impossible shoes . you own its trails, wearing its versitile leaves
as a crown.
we walked quietly, singing Kreisler tunes
and smelling our freedom and lust.
my kingdom is in my heart I replied finally
asking my prince to take me back home on the 179.
2 thoughts before sleep
May 14, 2009 at 11:27 pm (encounters, poems, thoughts, wishes)
I go to sleep with no poem of my own.
gave all my words to you
in both languages I know.
left none to comfort me when you’re not here.
tell me a story please. old tale.
wrapped in beautiful colors and
floating letters swaying from your mouth,
so clearly that I can tangle in them
every time your heart goes out to her smile.
A late night thought. those not always have to be read
May 11, 2009 at 10:45 pm (introduction, questions, thoughts, wishes)
I think we have a book. hiding there in between my gestures. glimpsing behind my many words to him who doesnt read them and my many words to you who reads me. thats it, Icant hide anymore so Ill just go with this book. so everybody will know, and the burden of my words will be off my heavy hands to sombodies shelf . but will there be a sombody that wishes to read me more than I wish to tell?.
dont know.
May 8, 2009 at 4:44 pm (encounters, poems, questions, thoughts, wishes)
my wandering gentile
visits me once a month in London.
he wants to visit twice
he wonders in his letter can we ?
the nomad Jew of great wonders
making his soul take round trips,
between the fears of a duo
and the sweetness of a match,
a channel of thoughts and pleasure.
my wondering Gentile
visits me once a month in London.
he wants to visit twice,
he wanders in his chair, can we ?
the homeless Jew of fine gestures
making his mind cross deep valleys,
between the fears of an unknown
and the sweetness of discovery,
a path of chaos and serenity.
water
May 4, 2009 at 7:40 pm (encounters, poems, thoughts, wishes)
water. I miss you, raging water
I miss your anger at winter time, possessed by a northern wind
slicing rocks with your thundery waves
water. I miss you, loving water,
I miss your softness at summer time,drifted by a western breeze
caressing shells with your giggling splashes
water. I miss you, wishful water
I miss your confidence at fall time, sentenced by an eastern gale
coating bodies with your salty dimples
water. I miss you, tearful water.
I miss your selfishness at spring time, carried by a southern flow,
dripping from my eyes with your sparkling drops.
harmonies
May 2, 2009 at 7:11 am (encounters, poems, thoughts)
I press my words for Shabbat.
Gloria of smells and flavors
settle in the comfort of my blending heart
hallelujah for your sounds and language
