"What is ____" Poem
Poetry
is
whatever.
The earth,
the sun,
the ground,
the sky,
the sea,
everything,
nothing,
all, none,
me.
"What happens to..." Poem
What happens to a world one believed in?
So real, no more.
Imaginative until frowned upon.
Washed up, no more.
The magic fades, darken do the shades.
Alas, no more.
And what then? Gone, just as made.
What does happen to a world once believed in
but not anymore?
No more, no more.
Art poem
Poetry
is
whatever.
The earth,
the sun,
the ground,
the sky,
the sea,
everything,
nothing,
all, none,
me.
"What happens to..." Poem
What happens to a world one believed in?
So real, no more.
Imaginative until frowned upon.
Washed up, no more.
The magic fades, darken do the shades.
Alas, no more.
And what then? Gone, just as made.
What does happen to a world once believed in
but not anymore?
No more, no more.
Art poem
A rabbi cloaked in a veil of light
as darkness has enveloped the surroundings.
An angel in the horizon taking flight,
a worrisome face as the journey arises.
Praying, praying. Giving all to all.
The torah, a violin, a goat, a man.
Praying,
resting,
solitude.
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