It is never our tenderness…

When death, the great reconciler, has come, it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our severity.-George Eliot (1819 – 1880) A personal thought Written as an American Sentence This must include tenderness (versus severity) towards ourselves. P.S. Yom Kippur (the holiest day of the year for Jews) runs from sunset on Wednesday to… Continue reading It is never our tenderness…

Final word? or: Never

My 1st kyrielle Too many... do just as detached, Robot preachers urge undeterred. Ours will never be the last word... Though it soothes to feel tightly Latched. We stake claims on God for Control... Human hubris is so absurd. Ours will never be the last word; Only letting go can make whole. As firm reminder… Continue reading Final word? or: Never

Thanatophobia, or: Pit

It could be that the very idea of health is a plant seeded within fertile as we are unwittingly desperate as we are arable sown watered , sweat flowing from our over our down our onto our full flowering forceful , feracious , , fe,,, f f d'Verse Poetics 'Dungeons and Derivatives' The idea of… Continue reading Thanatophobia, or: Pit

Death, or: Life

A triolet Every year we mark the same holidays. It's hard to make something new of the old, As the prep's whipping us into a craze. Every year we mark the same holidays, And God reads through all the Jews' dossiers To decide how their lives should unfold... Every year we mark the same holidays… Continue reading Death, or: Life

Together, or: Eventually

A concrete poem better viewed on blog (not WP reader) 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… Continue reading Together, or: Eventually

How much suffering would I endure?

... my younger brother sensed that our father was not long for this world. He noted my father’s health problems... and the sadness in my father’s eyes. He noted my father’s fatalistic daily behaviors and approach to life...-Me, 'The Skeptic's Kaddish' #6, Sept. 14, 2018 I wrote the above in one of my earliest posts… Continue reading How much suffering would I endure?