I watched as you sleep
on the old bed,
seeing your skin bears
the lines of age...

Your love have lit my life,
guiding me to be
the man I am
meant to be

Each time I fall
you were there.
You lift me up
because you care

When I was unwell,
you used to cradle me.
In your strong arms,
I could hear,
you pray for me

Now you are old and feeble,
unable to move freely.
Your bones always ache
when the weather gets ugly

Sundays too my father got up at dawn
and put on his clothes in the dim lit barn.
Then with oaken hands that ached
from labor of lumbering
he banked fires .No one thanked him.

I'd wake and hear the cold raspy roar.
When the rooms were warm, he'd call
and bellow. I would rise and dress
fearing the rousing angers of that house,

shivers chill ivres
serene surreal lyres
she fast sea vast
pours foam quivers
where aspens willow
divers circum
Siddur Senghor
troubadour Negress
buttress lioness
torah baroness barren nest
ween win wist wrist
for the Cyrus cylinder
projectile conductile
lintel linger Intel
Yeshivas intellectual

A LATE WALK by Robert Frost

When I go up through the fallow field
the bewildering aftermath
stricken like the thatch with the heaviness of dew
nearly closes the well worn path

Ans when I traverse to the higher ground
the whir of disturbed birds
emerges from the tangle of overbearing weeds
is more than unspoken words

A tree over by the wall stands mighty
but a leaf that has turned to brown
Disturbed, I doubt not, by my thought
comes tumbling down

drawn
ribbon
silk and such
drawled with cinnamon red four
dabbled drowsing
dowsing

fingers light
the little pulse
like wavelets minnow nibble
this brilliant shoal

wrecks the ruin
carnage and cream
the splendid scars
the ached scream

steady aim
like tremulous
glee
pupil alleys
while the streaming
sunlight
burns effortless effigies
in that dark
narrow
comforting
trap
where happiness
crashes
like
rains

So here I am,
a pallbearer
choked with emotions
as I accompany you,
my friend
one last time ,
on the final journey

Reminiscing the past
you and I,
so close together
sharing tears and laughter,
fighting with bullies
becoming heroes
for the girls

The rest of the gang
are also here,
offering their last
respects to you,
honouring
the friendship
that has withstood
the test of time...

Imagine this!
Remember that?
lt's foggy like a dream,

you must be wrong
that's not my hat!
You've lost it, it would seem.

This veil of trust
is full of holes,
it's nothing like you've said;

these scenarios
are like Cheerios,
leaving holes in words, instead.

Were you in my shoes
you'd clearly see,
not much makes any sense;

but l see you
are working me,
it hurts you think l'm dense.

Bethel streaming shoal
whole host scule strel
mini in min lost
mien mayhem dem
dia triad then
dam darn than
strand stand
demon eyes
thread bare blare
rich marina
Fitch Grinch cinch

I,
a daughter of oceans
held in the palm of mother earth
a being ignited with a fire
that wove a heart of the wind
lifting,
torn from pages
floated in the firmament
I was

—-

I,
a whisper of echo
that was the call of sorrow
in a moments ecstasy,
being all and nothing
floating

I,
a speck of dust
finding niche within earth
a sarcophagus made of crust
healed with time,
and budded
to life

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