Month: August 2014

Where To Now Generalissimo?

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The General wavesFidel Castro

from Billboards

makes beautiful

revolutionary Statements

affirmatively, 50 years old

He peers from a smile

compassionate father

in the prime of his Life

forty years ago

 

Il Commandante is everywhere

immortalized, the Cuban god

And like a god, Distant

Faded, cannot help

in spite of his good ideas

 

Where to now General?

Will you tell us?

Do you Know?

 

We stand Suspended

in the communal world

created together

at your behest

Patria O Muerte

What will it be?

Now that you lie at the Edge

of death, unable to admit

where You may have erred

Forfeiting a gentler Transition

Into the Wild Wild West

 

Generalissimo?

 

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Misery

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In times like these,

when I stand in shreds

on barren ground,

the sound of Water

does not reach my ears

the swish of reeds

and trees pass me by

I am hardened,

like the winter earth

beneath my aching feet

 

Deafened, I am aware

of my misery only,

were I to soften

would I dissolve

into a pool of tears?

Leaving my bare bones

and bewildered soul

torn apart, shaken

and lost forever?

 

Today, I am the Ice Queen

Hard, unpliable

a Rock

Today, no one

will have

their way with me

And I

will have

my way with None

 

Art Work by Yaron Rosner From the series Atlantis

Art Work by Yaron Rosner
From the series Atlantis

His Mother’s Hand

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Art work by Yaron Rosner

Art work by Yaron Rosner

He sleeps now,

the deepest of Sleep.

Like every night

he called her to him

she went, took his hand

listened to the pain

his labored breathing

the panic in his voice

watched the grown man

shriveled in a fetal thirty nine kilos,

this Child always struggled

her First Born,

fifty four years ago

she gave him Life

His hand Desperately holding hers

Releases, at last

He sleeps

Exhausted she put herself to bed

Dozed til daybreak

when silence woke her

she hurried to her Birthday Boy

found him still asleep

and knew it then

 to be forever

The Onion

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With Trauma

there always seems

to be another layer

to revisit.

Just as you think

“I understand this”

just as that pinch

in the heart

reveals a deeper

grasp, complex

simplicity of feelings

kept under cover, breathless,

awaiting with keen inflammation

a moment’s respite

from this tight chamber

without windows…

Just then

the next layer appears

more questions;

speechless,

a sense of awe and wonder

at the depths to be found within

the outfit of our multiple

bodies, physical, mental,

emotional,

spiritual

Walking In The Onion Field Photograph by Nick Zungoli

Walking In The Onion Field
Photograph by Nick Zungoli

A Bouquet Of Flowers In A Suitcase

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Y.R

Y.R

He smushed them into a bursting hard cover suitcase,

brought it to a stand between his thighs

forced it to a close

The flowers shrieked

I questioned his gesture, he said

it was the best way to dry them,

after all he’d never be able to appreciate them alive

he was leaving

The thought of passing them on

to live their fullness

never entered his mind

it was too crammed

I watched him go off into another day

undifferentiated for this unrelenting man

who journeyed only

There was something of a crumpled flower about him,

yellowish at the edges,

ochre in the middle,

something musty

even after a shower

I looked for the suitcase

encircling him as he walked to the train station

got lost in his years spent wandering

roaming the ground, finding more reason

for aimless searching

Then seeing the child in his stoop

I knew what he was hopelessly

looking for.