Faces of a Cohen

Faces of a Cohen
A life in The Word
A human
Condition;
Testament to
That crack in everything
That lets the light in.

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All the Muses have Left

All the Muses have Left

All the muses have left
me .
They’ve been
gone for a while ,
perhaps even longer .
Don’t know where they go,
when they suddenly travel .
It’s just their style .
to suddenly leave .
Are they
in The south of France
or gone en vacances
to Kuwai, or Hawaii ?
Maybe they’re at
work in some
street city ghetto
or have travelled to China
or even Dubai  ?
All I know is
they’ve left me
as cold  as a fish
without even as much
as a parting goodbye .
They do  that  sometimes.
They know
that I don’t take offense ,
that I wouldn’t mark
a single line
till they’re back
in my corner
drilling
circling
In defense
of the word or
of any line
that they drop
on my heart
or slip into soul  .
This is just a note
: Wishing you were
here.

Sitting Home Alone .

Sitting Home Alone .

I should make

efforts to make

this poem known

Instead of sitting

home alone .

Not that it’s

some standard

of established good

or bad ,

It’s just so very sad

that

It sits here on it’s own

waiting

to be received,

reflected on,

perceived,

perhaps

to mirror someone else’s

thoughts,

life condition,

woes,

or

Someone else’s throws

of passion or regrets .

This poem needs

company,

and a reference point ,

just like everybody else.

From “The Black and other Base elements ” by PWChaltas