Hemingway Mimes

 

Hemingway
In a toque and white
Beard
Doing pantomimes
In the air, looking up
And smiling;
He’s gone beyond
Even the simplest
Of words …
To meaning,
On Mother’s day

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Void Voice

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Void Voice

Void Voice

I was tired
you gave me rest .
I was desolate
consumed by a void
till I heard
A silent sacred voice
Spilling into it
so very clearly
In a sparkling flow
Peace relieve me.
Grief let me learn to
live with less .
Give me more of that
stark and simple insight
courage
so that I can
Openly confess
that all is one .

Rabbi Did You Say

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Rabbi Did You Say

Rabbi Did You Say

Rabbi ,
did you say
you have spoken
with Messiah ,
and that in time
he will come ,
on Ariel’s passing ,
whose brain
now
but a grape
squeezed ,
to dark ink ,
sweet ruddy wine,
long picked
like a saffron rose
from a stem of thorns?
Did you draw the
crosses in your
prayer book ?
In your recitations,
and your songs,
Illuminate us
with his presence,
righteous
transforming lion
of the creator,
as you tell us
of his footsteps
on the plain and
in the dawn ,
overshadowed
by the dark
blossom
of His bosom’s Love.