night folds its endless hands—
shadows stretch & scatter
(aching)
for warmth
for a flicker.
a mother whispers prayers, her voice
a cradle—
soft syllables swaying
against the weight of exile’s wind.
one wick, then another—
then eight:
flames lean into each other,
(dizzy with hope)
(drunk with remembering).
oil scarce as breath,
yet its story unfolds:
a temple reclaimed
a heart unbroken.
the menorah blinks its quiet Morse code:
endure.
endure.
endure.
children spin tops—
letters clinking against the wood—
(miracles inscribed
in the simplest of things)
while fathers tell tales that climb
the walls like vines, rooting in
tomorrow.
each candle rises like a soldier—
small,
steadfast.
above, the stars watch,
silent witnesses to a people
who (always)
remember how to
make light.
Categories:
kindles, chanukah, history, holiday, jewish,
Form: Free verse
Aye admit, an author's adept
and adroit mastery
to link words together subtly crept
(expressing contents
in a matter of fact
understandable fashion, except
for dissertations and/or kept
jargon for exclusive specialty)
posits, that my wordy verbosity,
revelation, viz "EUREKA" suddenly leapt
administers cerebral, harmful
offal psychological usury
verdict I accept
fomenting gobbledygook concept
might create notion, yours truly inept,
plus incorporating confessional backswept
facets of writerly person,
as sigh nearly wept
(drafting previous poem,
sans book review
like an emotional bit torrent windswept
"And I Don't Want
to Live This Life" anchored in concept,
qua raw maternal did severely intercept
the motherly bond Deborah Spungen
felt toward zombified miskept
incorrigibly, horribly, grievously...
tormented first born
or momentenous insept
begetting impregnation and early labor
Nancy Laura Spungen since birth,
perhaps seeped when aye slept
into nooks and crannies of subconscious,
though one could breeze thru said book
such evocative anguish left
me numbly bereft, yet acutely aware
to vicariously experience devastating agony!
Categories:
kindles, books, courage, death, emotions,
Form: Free verse
Sun descends on dew
Green meadow wears jeweled crown
Sky writes a Haiku.
Fall maple trees blush
Leaves age in tranquility
Zen lights the nature.
In my musing mind
Plain words weave warm emotion
Haiku kindles love.
January 12, 2018.
Categories:
kindles, nature, poetry,
Form: Haiku
Love is dying, not dying in nature
Dying in minds of living beings
Love is suffocating every moment
Minds are helpless in their trying.
Love does not want to pass away
Not now or later in the future
Love wants to linger unendingly
That is the only aspiration so far.
Love has no past, only present
This second is its best moment
Love intends to play love games
Irrespective of existing sentiment.
Love kindles as well as inflames
No matter how the surrounding is!
Love does not seek provocation
Never let opportunities to miss.
Love despises all false notions
Does not ponder ever on beauty
Love is unique, non-comparable
Certainly does not like cruelty.
Love yearns for access to warmth
Wishes to raise the heat in the tub
Love mixes up no word in love
Knows only love and more love.
Categories:
kindles, love,
Form: Rhyme