Poetry

Poetry

POEM: The Blur of Words (Rosh Hashanah)

The blur of words on these praying days . . . (Click image to read more)

POEM: The Blur of Words (Rosh Hashanah) Read More »

POEM: What to Remember (Rosh Hashanah)

What is the most important thing to remember every day? (Click image to read more)

POEM: What to Remember (Rosh Hashanah) Read More »

POEM: The End of the Bouquet

The bouquet begins full, each flower shouting out its joy in a cacophonous
celebration of life energy . . . (Click image to read more)

POEM: The End of the Bouquet Read More »

POEM: Let me remember You (Parashat Re’eh)

O Lord when the wind does blow, let me remember You (Click image to read more)

POEM: Let me remember You (Parashat Re’eh) Read More »

POEM: There is a Flow

There is a flow that wants to pour through you like a drinking glass filling with liquid. (Click image to read full poem)

POEM: There is a Flow Read More »

POEM: Let Gentle Enter

Let Gentle enter and swim through your veins, soothing and dissolving burrs . . . (Click image to read full poem)

POEM: Let Gentle Enter Read More »

POEM: “Come See the Eggs!”

I could argue with this shame, but I have not found that shame responds well to lectures. (Click image to read full poem)

POEM: “Come See the Eggs!” Read More »

POEM: Broken Basket

On my walk around the neighborhoodI came across a broken basketLying abandoned on the side of the walkTwo-toned, earth-colored, woven wickerA once sturdy body with still firm handles Now a tear on one side, askewFlattened and downtrodden by rain and mudNo longer a basket shapeNo longer able to hold anything  — Other than my despairWhich came

POEM: Broken Basket Read More »

POEM: Until You Don’t Know (purim)

Ad delo yada*“Until you don’t know”  Keep celebrating until you can’t tell until they seem the same:Esther and Vashti us and them. The invitation is not to know but still to care — to send out colored bags to the hungry and the not hungry,to include them all. Maybe it’s easier to carewithout taking on the weight of judgment

POEM: Until You Don’t Know (purim) Read More »

The Mirror in Our Bathroom

I am not good at cleaning the mirror in our bathroom.It ends up with an all-over smudgeFoggyA film covering overWhere the dots of toothpasteUsed to be. The first time it happenedI was annoyed:Here I had scrubbed and rubbedAnd made it worse!Injustice reigns! The second time I asked for help:My law professor husband TimKnows how to clean

The Mirror in Our Bathroom Read More »