Once upon a time, there was a region called the Middle East. It was a very complicated little corner of the world, as the people who lived there were often at odds with one another. Most of the people couldn’t agree on anything – they had different ideas about the past, and they could not manage to find common ground regarding the present or future. Why, they couldn’t even...
The little boy – he’s six today; oh how the time does fly The days that pass so quickly; the months that just rush by Even now, I gaze in awe, unable to believe The little boy in front of me, tugging at my sleeve I take him in my arms, this little boy of mine As I pull him close, his eyes begin to shine A swirling of emotions; they take me by surprise Overcome by love, and...
My home in the sky is just full of delights Not all of them having to do with the heights That allow me to see things I’d just rather not Like neighbors who wee and then shower a lot But by the same token – I suppose that it’s fair That they can see us if they stop and then stare So be careful I must, when walking around To have something on – at least up if not down I wish...
I wrote this for the daughter of a friend, and tried to incorporate as many of her likes and personality traits (as conveyed by my friend) as I could. ******************* The girl with the faraway look in her eye Is watching the sun as it sets in the sky Long summer days and warm lazy nights She laughs with her friends as a candle ignites The girl with the faraway look in her...
She’s chasing shadows in her mind Not knowing what she’ll find She’s running from her fears No one hears. No one hears. Beaten down and bruised She feels like she’s been used She knows she’s lost her way Can’t find the words to say… What she thinks and feels Her heart and soul he steals Leaving just a shell Of the self she knew so well She knows the truth lies somewhere in...
Distant figures on a hill Landscape stark and desert still Sun is fading from my view In altered state, I think of you Rocks that scrape against my skin On the outside looking in Wondering what I thought I knew In altered state, I think of you A distant figure drawing near The boy who whispers in my ear Sharing secrets old and new In altered state, I think of you Alas, the...
Voices call from far below Wildflowers dancing slow Breezes whisper in my ear I focus on the now and here A jutted perch at high cliff’s end One with nature heaven sent Jagged rocks that slice the view Shades of brown in every hue A sun that cuts across the sky Birds that never cease to fly Riverbeds are hard and dry A stolen desert moment’s sigh Tweet
I’ve been staring at my computer screen for some time now, trying to come up with a zippy little introduction for my first article in the Haaretz lifestyle magazine ESSENCE, which hit the newsstands on Friday. I don’t know if it’s the lack of caffeine in my system, the lack of caffeine in my system, or the lack of caffeine in my system, but nothing exciting...
Greetings to all of my visitors from Sweden today, of which there have been loads. I would love it if one of you could tell me how you and so many of your fellow lovely countrymen found my blog today. Tack! Tweet
I am a freelance writer – oh how I love to write Stringing words together, morning, noon and night It took me quite a while, to give this path a go Afraid I’d never make it, and that they’d all say no I started very slowly, beginning with a blog Years of dreary office work had left me in a fog I wanted to create; I needed something more To talk about my work, and not sound...