The Words

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Photo: Inbar Asif

 

Recite the words you want to hear

Those your heart dreams to

Follow

Recite the words your soul still seeks

The ones that soothe

A sorrow

Recite the words you know are true

They will bring forth

Tomorrow.

 

 

 

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Solitary Call

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Photo: Atara Katz

 

If you heed

Your heart’s need

To silence

The fretting discord

That bestrewed your soul,

You’ll hear

The gentle chime

Of each breath

Reverberating

Its solitary call.

 

 

 

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Glaring Dare

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Photo: Dvora Freedman

 

In the midst of what glares

Too-hot stares

Reckless dares

Everywhere,

Find a moment to spare

Take a breath, be aware

Of the beauty

The air

And the hope

That we share

If we care

To embrace all that’s there

And declare

No despair

As we pledge

No warfare

And instead

Seek repair.

 

 

 

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Glinting Sigh

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Amsterdam; Photo: Inbar Asif

 

As the light

Breathes the day

Into soon coming night

And the city spreads

Molten gold sighs

Of beauteous delight,

The sky paints

Warm reflections

Of the time just gone by

Onto glinting canals

Rocking calm lullabies.

 

 

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City Symphony

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The Other NYC” ; Photo credit: Inge Vandormael

 

There is the hum of traffic in soft undertone. The contralto of people punctuated by the crescendo of a child who was refused a treat or dropped his toy. The bark of dogs weaves in: one low and deep, another yipping in the determination of the pocket-small. A truck lumbers over a rut in the road, a phone rings, a door slams. A bus beeps as it kneels for passengers, again when it rises up. An ambulance wails, its falsetto undulating in inverse proportions to distance and urgency. A firetruck follows in a fortissimo of horns. In the relative silence that ensues, a bird chirps and a pigeon coos response. Pianissimo. The city breathes. Then a traffic light changes, a motor revs, and a few notes of rap beat an open-window-escape. Another bus rolls to a stop, beep-kneels, sighs-up. More people’s voices modulate the presto of a toddler’s laugh. The rumbling of a motorcycle answers the low groan of a heavy truck. More dogs yip and bark. Someone inexplicably whistles Brahms.

City Symphony. An orchestra of urban life in virtuoso intervals.

 

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Potentiated Fog

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Photo: Dvora Freedman

 

When life envelops

What will be

In cloaks of misty

Mystery

And fog,

Hold on

To the soft promise

In the droplets

That infuse the air

With fractionated light

And hope

For verdure

And potentiated growth.

 

 

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Summer Scent

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Photo: Dvora Freedman

 

Breathe the fragrance of summer

Smell the sun ripened fruit

Born of

Hard work

Long daylight

And the miraculous growth

From a green, tender shoot. 

 

 

 

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Soul of Soil

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Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev

 

Do not soil the soul of soil

With harm

And hatred.

Do not foul the loam of life

By sowing death.

Walk gently on the earth

That holds the lot of us.

All water that flows on

And under

Has flown everywhere

Before

Belongs to no one

More.

Do not soil the soul of soil

With war.

It is unholy.

Antithetical

To growth.

It stains all harvest

Red

With tears

And broken hearts.

Enriches only

Pain

And sorrow’s scars.

True stewardship

Demands

We find

Uphold

Maintain

A common ground.

 

 

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