Jewish Funeral
By Gail. R
At your funeral Bubelah,
Wrinkled aunties wailed
The mourning song,
Plucking at their shawls.
Wise uncles sweated
In black paper yarmulkes
Until the dye ran down
Their faces. They cried
Black tears.
You became a silence
deep inside me,
Once a melody on my tongue
Now ugly in smooth
Black letters on stone.
Your God or mine,
It made no difference
To the end of our song.
Copyright. Gail. R. 2000
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| The Moment
By Gail. R.
Here now is the moment,
Passing, impossible to
catch and keep.
Life passes, grows and
Changes.
The essential nature of it
Is not something known
Or learned, but something
Felt.
Feel the resonance, the shape
and signifigance
Of that experience in all
Its' detail.
Moments of inconsequence
Are the most important, for
Nothing stands still.
And you must find the voice
As it flows, unstoppably,
Through you.
Copyright. Gail. R. 2002
You THINK?
By Gail.R
Popular conception is
That you always hurt
The one you love.
A deliberate reaction to
The pain of knowing
There could be more
If I let it happen.
A push in the direction of
Away from me might
I'm not what you need
In your life.
Don't back me up again because
The odds are against me
Still being there
Next time.
copyright. Gail.R 2002
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BLUE
By Gail. R
lately i've started to
see you as a mystery in blue;
like the silence of
an unanswered prayer,
a derisive smile, hidden
under that charm you exude.
Slow drowning, the taste
of the ocean washing down
my throat as I sink.
And suddenly I am bereft,
for fear that the mystery may
unravel, become a skein of colour
that fades away as night falls.
And I will be left with a shadow
of blue,dancing in my memory,
a fleeting glimpse of a shade
of colour I once knew.
Copyright Gail. R. 2003
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