Photo: Ofir Asif
They stand frozen in time.
Carving long blunted by
Wind and the loss of names
No one is left
To own,
Decode,
Or understand.
They stand frozen in time.
The saplings reaching up
To the heavens
The only sign of what
Even death cannot
Disband.
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Wow, such a thought-provoking image and poem, Na’Ama! Frozen in time indeed, in our time perhaps, but in eternity? We may never know! Always a pleasure to read your lovely poems each week!
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Thanks, Terri!
The image was taken at an old Jewish cemetery in Poland, where not only are the graves old, but almost all of their descendants have been massacred by the Nazis, leaving practically no one to care for the headstones or clear the undergrowth.
I found the image hauntingly sad. The neglect reminding of the circumstances that would allow these people’s history — if it were not for those who seek to visit the remnants of Poland’s Jewry and document places like this cemetery in photos — be almost erased.
At the same time, the saplings, though they represent the lack of human care at the cemetery, brought up for me the reality of regrowth, and of the connection we all have that goes beyond the names and exact lineages: we are all the carbon, we are all the oxygen, we are all the same water molecules that have recycled again and again on this earth … transcending any artificial divides of nationality, race, religion, species, or time.
Na’ama
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Powerful words and photo. It is senseless and tragic that there is no one left to care for the graves. Wish I could travel to Poland and place a stone on each marker. Beautifully crafted, Na’ama. Thank you for sharing this piece.
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Thank you, Susan! For the kind words and for the thoughtful comment.
Yes, it is so sad that so many have been decimated by the Nazis that almost none were left from the descendants of those who are buried in this old Jewish cemetery. May we never forget.
Na’ama
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I love to walk in graveyards and to see those worn stones – a lovely meditation on the way time forgets us but life still goes on!
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Thank you, Andrea!
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A wonderful ode to those lost through what is a dark time in human history. It is important we remember, but not just the event, but that these were people, singled out for being different.
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Thank you, Gavin, and yes, you have captured my intent exactly! Na’ama
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