I'm not restless
but I'm not that light ...
I live beyond me,
and you notice ...
I live off limits
and I recognize myself well ...
I have beauty of
unmistakable madness
and the strange ugliness
of wonder ...
Outside I'm a beast
encrypted, for
inside I'm pure
fissure ...
I'm an intermediary
of words and conciliator
of passions ...
I'm strong as a giant
when I love, but I am
fragile as a fish
on the hook when
I'm alone, and without affection ...!
Categories:
conciliator, allusion, extended metaphor, humanity,
Form: Prose Poetry
Here, where the sky is so close,
the deep shadows of the hill have
taken away our great uncle
A family love,
conciliator,
firm of authority,
Shield of wisdom.
We weep to usher gladness of comfort
Thereafter, we will pray:
Perpetual dew
through the Mercy of God,
that Impeccable care,
Tranquility, glory from Grace,
Love and affection, guardianship
unto our faithful ancestry
Blessedness of Eternal repose
Alav ha-shalom
Categories:
conciliator, appreciation, beauty, eulogy, ,
Form: Elegy
Paired, With Reservations
The soft curve of her spirit-
Her true shape only emergent after countless
Half-glances in the half-light of morning’s edge.
What line is drawn by the knife-edge of the sun’s first rays?
Who is slain in that prime, resplendent arrival?
Regardless it is a shiny death: an incidental manslaughter
Making new cuts and reshaping the structure of our shared constitution:
Reforming the meaning of our togetherness.
Her form, her movement, creates contrast.
Motion is wonder’s conciliator, unearthing profundities and
Burying banalities under underfoot miles and myriad beads of perspiration;
Forging ahead together through the nascent day. To what end?
Running lines: some arbitrary and intangible, others geometrically
Pronounced in yellow and white, dotted and solid, faded and new.
Drawing new lines: making demarcations- parameters implicitly set-
So close yet never intersecting: paired, with reservations.
Categories:
conciliator, friendship, life, love, nature,
Form: Prose Poetry