Water Washed Poems

Smelling the clothes rinsed,
Easily he winced
Then, freed a waiting sigh
For the ones not dry …

Now, quite The Helpless-Tired,
He shall have a launderer hired
The Heart he...

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Rain splash lashing,

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Ninety-Three Daughters of Israel
a Holocaust poem by Chaya Feldman
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

We washed our bodies
and cleansed ourselves;
we purified our souls
and became clean.

Death does...

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Her hands were sore from carrying weights
That were heavier than her soul
She was worried about being late
To her own funeral
She prefered pretty lies 
Over what...

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Washed Up

Ever had the feeling that you've had enough 
Life kicks you in the teeth and you feel washed up
Like a ship in a bottle...

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Ripples once sweet     transformed into large breaking waves

Washing me away         Dragging me down
miles...

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I stole the surges of the ocean and the glory of the wave,
the roiling seas as recompense for what you never gave.

And I thought that...

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wave washed board

Sail ye, wave washed board. Surf the crushing white water. Feel the joy of the wet drop wind on your surface. Return toward...

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The sand seeping through my toes
Down by the clear ocean water 
I look into the vast beyond 
Something catches my eye

A girl, washed up onto...

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Washed up on the beach

Sand wet against my face

Grit covering my soaked gown

Tasting the salt in my airways

Trying to pull my body up

From the sludge...

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Raising kingdoms across time 
Bringing them down round about
Serving fulfilling fast forward she said
Why are you weeping daughter ? Latter day rains
Raising up reason's child...

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Sins Of The World Washed Away:

The mist shrouds and floats in the valleys,
gentle wind moving it slowly.
Overcast skies, day gloomy,
bringing forth small rain drops.
Refreshing the...

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The shower water
                 dances fast off my shoulders
 ...

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Here on a washed away hillslope
Water brought an acorn to grope
A little clay of Georgia red
Put down a tap root and make its bed
Took years...

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