We are, each of us, life’s canvases

d’Verse prosery Friends, today we aspire to be poems, rather than to write or read them. Tune in to the rhythms of your heart beats and breaths; experience the air, its temperature and direction; take in the colors and shapes of your surroundings. Your senses produce letterless words; heed the language of being; listen to… Continue reading We are, each of us, life’s canvases

Oh me! or: Oh my!

A nonsense limerick A particularly glun binnabur school boy had to durp prillowets as a pool boy. At work, he zezzed a vullowy woman who begged of him, 'Please, fritt my flumin!' Of course, HE claims he buppered her nalloy! d'Verse prompt: Narrative Nonsense At d'Verse, poets were prompted to write nonsense poems, while keeping the… Continue reading Oh me! or: Oh my!

Hold the vegetables, or: Salted with my tears

I learned how to make matzah brei from Papa z"l. This is a very fond childhood memory of mine and remains one of my favorite Pesach foods even today.

A poem in blank verse They met and married in the seventies, several years after their Aliyah from the Soviet Union, a regime which had stripped their families of Jewish knowledge and traditions. Very few Jews were granted visas for emigration in those years, as leaving the Mother Land was considered betrayal. Israel transformed them;… Continue reading Hold the vegetables, or: Salted with my tears

Mutiny, or: Inner space

A quadrille In the form of a Than Bauk Just got the news that my muse has refused to aid me - betrayed me! Dismayed, I sigh. Thus denied, words won't fly without her about; and rerouting thoughts through new dots just leaves knotted lines. Undermined, I'm inclined to throw in my worn towel. Than… Continue reading Mutiny, or: Inner space

Together, or: Moments

My first villanelle Together we, she, holding my fingerLittle, growing hand, everything to meMoments ever, and forever lingerAbba'chka, I, to the preschool bring herCome afternoon, she'll be returned to meTogether we, she, holding my fingerShe, annoyed by childish tunes I sing herTeasing her thus brings such delight to meMoments ever, and forever lingerDon't joke! She,… Continue reading Together, or: Moments

Nortul lernapog deen, or: Ov iddage

My 1st Rimas Dissolutas Imagine words bypassed your brain like a foreign language, their sounds pounding upon your heart. Pretend you've no idea what I mean; or maybe you don't have to. Could I convey pleasure and pain; make you feel the crushing weight of my baggage; paint words upon the page like art, transfix… Continue reading Nortul lernapog deen, or: Ov iddage

Mine, or: Not?

A haibun Despite the fact that both of my parents were raised in the USSR, celebrating Novy God, the secular New Year holiday, which remains popular in all post-Soviet states to this day, they abandoned it forever upon moving to Israel in the mid-70's. When I was growing up in the USA, we only celebrated… Continue reading Mine, or: Not?

d’Verse on break: Poetry Partners

Poets on vacation? So, apparently the d'Verse Poets Pub goes on vacation twice annually - both in the summer and in the winter... meaning - there won't be any poetry prompts until 2022. Last time, during summer break, I was in the midst of working towards my goal of completing a series of 365 poems… Continue reading d’Verse on break: Poetry Partners