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Best Poems Written by Allegra Silberstein

Below are the all-time best Allegra Silberstein poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Ode To Anew Day

There comes a time when each new day
is an unexpected joy -
the yes, of yes I am alive.

My quilt covers against the chill breeze,
holds me for sweet moments
cocooning in my bed
before ring to a morning salutation.

Golden light washes the hillside,
splashes on tomatoes and summer squash,
on greening apples and ripening peach
on blackberries growing along the fence

and sunlight like a lover
has kissed the trees on their green lips -
its yellow body shining there.

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Saffic Passage

Sapphic Passage

Flower crystals–– rosemary mindful, suffers
chosen struggle, triangle, silent motion
closing center, vertigo's quiet entrance.
Nuances   speak soft.

Open window, fluttering curtain rapture,
silent spiral, miracles easy keeper––
cedar spirit, centuries mindful fragrance,
heart    in its passage.

Angels enter willingly. Bending earthward
sing their anthems joyously...follow  the song...
yet, I tremble. This is too soon for endings 
hold me   in this now.

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That Time Borrows

So many bright tomorrows have crept by 
becoming lost.  So many sorrows
to gather in boxes that time borrows
from earth’s storehouses with no reply.
I sense the memories giving ride to you— 
the compass of your journey turning north
with white hibiscus blossoms sending forth
spirit-peace that flowers into rescue.

Darkness enters slowly to the garden,  
with candlelight we’ll make this evening shine.
Come out with me to share a loaf of bread,
what’s lost we’ll leave to heaven to pardon.
We’ll drink to life and lift a glass of wine––
let be awhile––the prophecies we dread.

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Vision

Vision
  (Inspired by Iwasaki Eri painting: Blue Bird)

With closed eyes 
I see the blue bird
resting on my crown.

Beneath a flowered gown
the hills and valleys of my body,
the red rivers of my blood.

All around me 
in their profound silence
the falling leaves.

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A Terzanelle For the Rising Moon

A Terzanelle for the Rising Moon

Alone in the night sky
out of a nest of clouds
the moon rises to her morning.

Alone in the night garden
I mark her passage
out of the nest of clouds.

Through a fork of dead limbs 
holding on in the dying oak
I mark her passage.

Light needles sew fragrance.
The moon waits awhile
holding on in the dying oak.

Pollen threads the air,
weaves orange blossom scent.
The moon waits awhile.

Heady with orange blossom scent
I climb  past the dead limb.
Alone in the night sky
the moon rises to her morning.