A concrete poem
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there you are stretching upwards and sideways squirming wriggling everywhere going nowhere even the walls are beyond you are trapped in a narrow cup going nowhere but down down down and out eventually but we do have a bit of time together, don't we? stay with me for Shabbat, won't you? I hope you won't go out like last time black wick stuck in the stiff cold wax suffocated by frozen white bubbles I was not at all ready for your absence
Open link night
For today’s OLN, I am sharing a poem I wrote in October 2020, which was one of the very last that I posted to this blog without a ‘featured image’, which I have since come to consider a mistake.
According to Jewish tradition, 24 hour memorial candles are lit for departed loved ones on the Hebrew anniversaries of their deaths, as well as on particular holidays.
At some point not so long ago, I took to lighting a candle for Papa every Friday night, before Shabbat (the Sabbath) sets in. It comforts me to know that it’s flickering away in the kitchen, and I enjoy watching the flame dance occasionally.
The candle you see in the small photo on the right is one that I lit for Papa. It’s in a beautiful candle holder, which was designed by a well-known Jerusalem-based artist, specifically for yahrzeit (Jewish memorial) candles.