A Sabbath Poem (Day 7 NaMOPO)

 

No lists of musts

yoga only an option

and so are poems

all those books by the bed

if I do not read them

if I read only a little

and if I don’t make lentil soup

or brisket if I remember  sabbatum

is rest in Latin we took latin in grammar school

god knows why shabbat in Hebrew

everyone rests if they remember

we all need rest

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.

2 Comments

  1. Today’s poem:

    Seventeen souls
    On Valentine’s Day
    Each one loved
    Everyone lost.

    Seventeen bodies
    Ash Wednesday
    Dust to dust
    Just blown away.

    Seventeen say
    Take The Guns Away
    Survivors shout
    Now !

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