11 July 2009

"Psalms of the Muse" : Selections

Poetry has been a passion of mine since I was very young. My book in preparation called "Psalms of the Muse" will hopefuly be soon ready for publication. Here are a few selections from it.

"Catharsis "
There is darkness that surrounds
when hope fades like an autumn day,
and beaten by the storms of life what else is there
but to raise my eyes upwards and wait
for hope to be reborn,
from the dying kindlings blown upon
by a higher spirit watching silently this battle where the enemy is the self.
I sit pondering on how wasted had become the years,
squandered moments,
squandered kins and friends
But now there is no other way but to renew old
forgotten covenants and to relive again the purity of
life as in the beginning.



Passion

Rain falling on the quiet ground
Wind blowing through restless trees
The young man’s life, a new fresh dream
The young bride’s eyes like pools of calm clean water
This man’s life has seen it all

Rain thundering on the writhing ground
Wind tearing through trees,beating on roofs,rising to cresendos of passion and calm.
The young man ‘s life gone in a song
reflected in new eyes
In his wife’s tired embrace;
The days end up the same way,
Like rain after the passion is spent
Lies in the brown muddy consumation of heaven and earth.


Continuance
I watch new life in a child’s first breath
There comes the call
of life between,
when the tired passions
spent in the endless night
become the endless passions
to live.
So live we shall, with our fears
and our give and take.
Our passion holds us through the
ebb and flow of life.

I listen to the clean clear laughter
reflection of my Child’s hopes and dreams
finding comfort
in our days of love and warmth
of which many more will come.

"Tell Me!"

I have been told of the tales of a people
in strife
Who will tell me of the strivings of a
people ?
This pain
who shall ease it ?
the lines of history upon my eyes
become blurred by the adulation
of the white man who made war on us
with quiet passion.
Leaving this land with a confused legacy
my heart yearns for the innocence of the way
that is gone
I look with hope into the eyes of the new born.
Will they hear this cry
and echo hope ?
Land of the Seven Clans
thrust into this new age
the lingering sun of tomorrow caress our sleeping
dreams
And we who awake to our new dawn
eagerly grasp life as it awaits our life breath
to start the long march our elders left long before.
Their paths now long gone.

1 comment:

Rene' Goldfarb said...

I like your poems very much!
Ilook forward to your tweets...
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