The Written Word

About the poem: I'm originally from Israel and at the time when I wrote this poem I missed my family very much...for some reason, I go back in time, in history, to birth still looking for answers.

 

The Written Word

 

 

I live in exile

     far from the sacred land

only the pen minces my accent

 

 

the thick salty layers of words

                 lessen   at times

I sample droplets of pomegranate wine 

 

 

Let there be Light!

 

 

within each scribbled word

     a logic interior   yowls and yawns

as it totters on tired limbs

 

 

Let there be Light!

 

 

amid the opaqueness of darkness

     a collage of karmic ghosts

nameless   faceless thirsts for words

 

 

no ear gave me blessing

     but the written word

as it unveils and inscribes phases

                  into my Book of Life

 

 

Let there be Light!