A Poem by Haim Kadman

A short love poem


Stop torturing me...’

Prometheus asked

the eagle that picked

his liver

Stop torturing me…’

The tied up prisoner

asked his interrogator.

I’m neither Promtheus

nor your prisoner..

I’m not tied up to a rock

and my hands aren’t tied behind my back...

So do answer me please,

whether it’s yes or no,

and don’t turture me.’

The infatuated lover

asked his beloved idol.

© Haim Kadman 2020 - all rights reserved.

© 2020 Haim Kadman

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i like the pace. i kind of knew where it was leading but it was like the steps at the bottom of the staircase were of a different size. nice piece, Haim.

Posted 8 Months Ago

Haim Kadman

8 Months Ago

Thanks so much "The Twin Arenas" dear colleague!

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Added on January 16, 2020
Last Updated on January 16, 2020
Tags: poem, leterature, love, infatuation, idole


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