My 1st ‘blues stanza’
Oh, Hebrew has long been our people's tongue Holy tongue, it's always been our ancient tongue That few know today for we're so far-flung Most Jews have seen it only in prayer books Though most don't ever open up prayer books How many give the Torah even single looks? Diaspora Jews from Israel live split Peoples since Babel times are always split Are Jews loose peoples or one tightly knit? Foods, customs, history also cultures define But more so our shared languages cultures define We Jews fast unraveling, no longer entwined We're scattered across shores of oceans blue Words foreign float across those oceans blue Oh, what unites us? Perhaps I never knew...
At d’Verse, we were prompted to “write blue” ~ a splash of blue, an ocean of blue, a shimmer of blue. Gaze into the distance, or look down at the sapphire on your finger. Take us to the Blue Ridge Mountains or the Blue Lagoon. Pour a Blue Monday cocktail, slap some blues on the juke box and let’s poem.