I am a Sabra,* *A native-born Israeli
Uzi** at the ready; **Submachine gun (standard army issue)
Confident, brave:
"Yi'hi'ye tov!"*** ***"It'll be fine" - Hebrew for a Sabra's standard,
incongruously optimistic hope for the future.
Sunflower-seed shells
Spat onto battlefields.
Cigarette ash,
Matted air;
Everywhere dust,
Tanks of rust.
I am a Sabra,
Uzi at the ready;
Confident, brave:
"Yi'hi'ye tov!"
Child trapped
In warrior's helmet:
Gesturing heatedly,
Laughing anxiously,
Barbed-wire nerves
Dangling
Arms limp, weary
Draped over coffins.
I am a Sabra,
Uzi at the ready;
Confident, brave:
"Yi'hi'ye tov!"
Life goes on,
A Time-bomb ticking:
Can't cry anymore,
Never could;
Heart racing
To the next Tragedy
Bleeding my Soul.
I am a Sabra,
Uzi at the ready;
Confident, brave:
"Yi'hi'ye tov!"
Categories:
sabra, confidence, conflict, death, emotions,
Form: Free verse
FOR LO, THE WINTER IS PAST
For Lo, the winter is past
The rains are gone
Glorious are you in the eyes of the sun
Your warmth binds me
The flush dawning world is ours
Victoria Anderson-Throop ©
11/20/2012
Categories:
sabra, devotion, hope, life, love,
Form: Free verse
Summer
Sabra
chocolate orange
Singing taste of tupelo mead
memories
still tease and test my thirsty tongue
I stand in chocolate mint
Alone
Categories:
sabra,
Form: I do not know?