The Moon (some poems of mine)
We landed this afternoon from Israel and are leaving on Thursday to take the Young Scientist back to college. In the interim, I have photos to upload and a few words to post.
Here are two poems that I published on a message board a few years ago, followed by a related poem that I wrote in Jerusalem two Saturday nights ago.
posted 12-22-1999 09:40 PM
"Moon Over Manhattan"
It's a cloudy night in the city
The sky is dark blue
There's not a star to be seen
But high above
The crescent moon smiles down on me
"Moon Over Pennsauken"
It's years ago
I'm in my thirties
Visiting my parents in the house in which I grew up
In the South Jersey suburbs
They send me out to mail a letter
and I get an unpleasant surprise
The walk to the corner mailbox at night never bothered me
when I was growing up here
But I've lived in the city for years
and I miss my city lights
The moon alone is not enough to light the sky
It's pitch black out here
I'm not used to it anymore
and I'm scared
Saturday, August 20, 2005
"Moon over Jerusalem"
We came now because we had no choice
But what a time to arrive in Israel--
in the middle of the hitnatkut
For two nights, we watched the sad news of the removal of the settlers from Gush Katif
with my parents, on an English-language TV station
But now, it's motz'ei Shabbat, the night after the Sabbath
Saturday night after sundown
We're had a day of quiet to reflect
In my mind's ear, I hear Debbie Friedman singing of
the healing in the water of Miriam's Well
But I don't see a well
What I see is the moon
Shining full, bright, and beautiful
over Yerushalayim
May HaShem, who created the moon that lights our darkest hours,
grant peace and healing in the land of our Fathers and Mothers,
the land of my brother's children
Here are two poems that I published on a message board a few years ago, followed by a related poem that I wrote in Jerusalem two Saturday nights ago.
posted 12-22-1999 09:40 PM
"Moon Over Manhattan"
It's a cloudy night in the city
The sky is dark blue
There's not a star to be seen
But high above
The crescent moon smiles down on me
"Moon Over Pennsauken"
It's years ago
I'm in my thirties
Visiting my parents in the house in which I grew up
In the South Jersey suburbs
They send me out to mail a letter
and I get an unpleasant surprise
The walk to the corner mailbox at night never bothered me
when I was growing up here
But I've lived in the city for years
and I miss my city lights
The moon alone is not enough to light the sky
It's pitch black out here
I'm not used to it anymore
and I'm scared
Saturday, August 20, 2005
"Moon over Jerusalem"
We came now because we had no choice
But what a time to arrive in Israel--
in the middle of the hitnatkut
For two nights, we watched the sad news of the removal of the settlers from Gush Katif
with my parents, on an English-language TV station
But now, it's motz'ei Shabbat, the night after the Sabbath
Saturday night after sundown
We're had a day of quiet to reflect
In my mind's ear, I hear Debbie Friedman singing of
the healing in the water of Miriam's Well
But I don't see a well
What I see is the moon
Shining full, bright, and beautiful
over Yerushalayim
May HaShem, who created the moon that lights our darkest hours,
grant peace and healing in the land of our Fathers and Mothers,
the land of my brother's children
Labels: My poems
posted by Shira Salamone at 10:50 PM
2 Comments:
Welcome back, Shira.
Thanks.
I would say that it's good to be home, but this is just a brief stop-over between trips--we're leaving for the Young Scientist's college in about three hours. One last load of his laundry and we're outta here. See you next week. Shabbat shalom.
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