Those who've faced death know it's easy to lose hope
Though, really, death is simply necessary
Holding a positive outlook's not naïve
Conservatives think liberals too naïve
Sometimes, one need be pragmatic despite hope
Sometimes, more than pragmatism's necessary
Foolish Pandora's hope was necessary
Smiling through endless hardships is not naïve
For life and death are much the same without hope
Human hope. It's necessary, not naïve.
Without hope, there is only time
Hope… which is whispered from Pandora’s box only after all the other plagues and sorrows had escaped, is the best and last of all things. Without it, there is only time. And time pushes at our backs like a centrifuge, forcing us outward and away, until it nudges us into oblivion.
My blogger-poet-friend Ingrid inspired me to create a Twitter account and start writing #APoemADay, which I began on January 1, 2021.
Due to the ongoing violence in Israel, I ended up posting eight Twitter poems this week, instead of the usual seven. If you’d like to read my [general] perspective on the current explosion of violence here in Israel, you may read that here.
OLN means we can choose any one poem to post today – no specific prompt, form, rhyme scheme, or length.
As usual, I am sharing an old poem of mine, which I wrote nearly one year ago when I first created this blog. It’s a narrative of my own creation, based upon Jewish mythology. The two stories that inspired this piece are the myths of Golem and the War of Gog and Magog.
This poem was originally written as a series of limericks, which were each posted separately.
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.