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.
Where are we? Where are our limbs? Our muscles? Our intestines? Our genitals? Our brains? Nothing remains but gore. What has become of us? Our mutilated torsos are not here, nor are our faces. Only mouths are… We?
The distant heart, which safely exists in the centre of all things. It has… swallowed us; absorbed us. We flew here to save humanity from its persistent, deadly call. We came out to this forsaken realm equipped with vessels, weapons; chemicals; bombs; noise-cancelling armor…
But the heart had already defeated us, although we didn’t know it then. It had already been beating within our chests, drawing us ever closer to its unearthly domain. It beckoned us to drop our laser rifles and remove our suits… and we complied unthinkingly.
And now our mouths remain… singing out to the rest of humanity to join us.
d’Verse prosery is flash fiction with a beginning, a middle and an end, in any genre of the author’s choice, no longer than 144 words. This very short piece of prose must include an assigned line from a poem, within the 144 word limit. Writers may change the punctuation of the assigned line, but they may not insert words within the quotation.
She draws me;
Jews' age-old decree;
Through her we
are set free
for our holy day weekly ~
we simply can be
I don’t blog on Shabbas (the Sabbath)
According to most traditional interpretations of Jewish religious law, Jews are forbidden from using electronic devices (such as computers, cell phones, etc.) on the Sabbath. This has its benefits and its drawbacks.
My God's far beyond my beyond
But to his presence I respond
Oft He shows His love
Light streams from above
I'm so fond
He drops flakes of manna for me
Towards them I swim
Towards the Great Rim
My tears brim
He defies imagination
Gills quiver with adoration
He knows ev'rything
Accepts all I bring
My Sea King
You're the One
Poetics: Exploring the Narrative Voice
This poem is my response to the most recent d’Verse prompt, which encourages us to write a poem in the voice of a fictional character. It can be any character you like, and you can introduce it in your own voice if you choose, but the main body of the poem must be in the voice of your character. If you wish, you can write a dramatic monologue; or create a spirit voice through whom your poem speaks. The choice is yours: experiment with fiction in your poetry.
gentle rain on ancient fertile seed
river of sweet poetry wets earth
water murmurs with secret song beneath
warm spring sun watches from above
life's thick fresh roots growing deeply
sacred tendrils climbing up through the grass
winter's beautiful cold frost spirit will wither
First matters too much, I -
Second, too intimate,
like the rest,
aged bearded Jew -
like those before, doesn't even
like all that are
like him in
way including -
no - just
he, him, third
person is impersonal
enough for -
for - description
Right, God? Right?
Right? All just -
just - characters
Your play - second -
Your mind - intimate -
so why -
why - why - make it
person? He -
him - different only
insofar as every person
from every other
all just -
he's just -
Right? Right? Like
all the rest,
aged bearded Jew -
Graying, withering, wondering
whether words fray too
like the sinews of his - His -
for he is matter
for unto matter
he shall return
like those before
like all that are
‘Open link night’
For the most recent ‘open link night’ I have decided to share a poem that I wrote nearly one year ago (in early June), not longer after I created this blog. In general, I don’t feel particularly comfortable writing free verse, and this was one of my earliest attempts at it.