E n o u g h
On my lap is crammed too much
Your pain, holding my folds
With his anxieties
Trivial, but well !
unforeseen demands do overwhelm
Burden discharged on my lap
E n o u g h
Summer tip-toe is leaving
Colors revived, they can breath again
Clear shades are adorning surroundings
E n o u g h
All, for so long ignored urges,
I hear so strongly
The light now is friendly
And charged with desire
To feed tired mind and to heal
Anxious spirit.
E n o u g h
Threatening tasks,
undesired commitments
Colliding merciless
in dramatic changing seasons
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in my bed
in my own bed
for just few hours
I listen to the radio
trying to enjoy
the being home.
the blow of news
the massacre
of innocent
on Purim day !
I listen and I cry
my scar
was freshly sealed
a day before
while still within
secure, sterile enclosure.
morning routine not yet irrupting
while silence, the protective cover
for the suffering
was pierced by violence of news
involuntary reassess
of intimate fresh loss
through surgical removal
a minor act, outlined
between two shuddering events
no time to overcome it
to digest, or to forget;
enough just to get home
to crawl and hide
the pain of impotence
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windows
boundless dark in front
behind melancholy of
the deserted beach
and soundless evening
all around us
sitting on a bench
consumed with the anxiety
of aggravating and appalling thoughts
from sea
with a supreme discretion
emerging waves
full of compassion
from far enhanced
between the aligned poles
as windows
in theatrical backdrops
its soothing whisper
suspending agitation for a while
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