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An Alliterisen Perhaps prayer will work for her Some find wise worshipful words can comfort Whereas worship doesn't do much magic for cynical skeptics, surely she can connect? Should her heart's flowing fantasies supply solace, then that's splendid The Alliterisen The Alliterisen (Complex and Rhyming), a form created by Udit Bhatia, is a simple seven-lined poem… Continue reading Closer, or: Generations
My 1st rondelet Rosh HaShanah[1] Is always a new beginning; Rosh HaShanah Is when Jews eat sweet, round challah[2] ~ Worship: the Creator hymning ~ Commit: themselves to no sinning ~ Rosh HaShanah P.S. This post was scheduled in advance because I am offline for two days (between sunset on Monday and sunset on Wednesday)… Continue reading Pomegranates, or: Apples
An abhanga EPIGRAPH: I make mistakes that may anger others. I too, am in need of understanding.-'I Would Be Angry, but…' by Cheryl Batavia Accept your finity, also that of others ~ all imperfect brothers ~ need empathy
An abhanga It would seem I have found my 'i' in poetri, discovered symmetry 'tween prayer and verse.
My 1st abhanga If I were ever to attempt again to pray I'd have little to say to another Without question, I know responsibility rests entirely with me not another
Jewish tradition: mourning in community Papa died in July of 2018. I started blogging about my journey of mourning (i.e. kaddish) that August. That year was very intensive for me; I produced a great deal of content based upon numerous readings; research; reflections; recollections; conversations; and, yes, prayer. The kaddish, after all, is a prayer.… Continue reading Kaddish for an individual
A 'Magnetic Poem' tanka Wanna try? Click here. with apparatus on head, bare arm and fingers, aching man's tongue pants, chants soaring worship language to need's elaborate beat Notes For this poem, I decided to stick with the 'Original Set' on the Magnetic Poetry website, as I did for my sexy vampire poem last time;Having… Continue reading Apparatus, or: Phylacteries
In the summer of 2018 I was unexpectedly reborn as an orphan. Shabbat ended with the setting of the Jerusalem sun on July 7th, and after a brief closing ceremony at home I turned on my computer to learn that my Papa was lying intubated at a hospital in America. Shortly afterwards, his heart stopped.… Continue reading Orphaned, or: Reborn
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